This is my great grandmother.
She was afflicted with disordered eating. Back in the 1930s, when this photograph was taken, there was no language, diagnosing the eating disorder with which she struggled. An eating disorder is not just anorexia. It can sometimes look like the exact opposite. It can even look “normal.” But the painful, common denominator is a struggle within one’s own skin, one which thrives on self-harm and despair.
If you are struggling- or if someone you know is struggling, there is hope and help. You don’t have to have a particular kind of eating disorder to quality. Your struggle itself necessitates getting help. Please reach for it today.