Being strong, being fit and healthy, are the way to have a great shape and body. Starving yourself is a form of self-harm and requires careful counsel for recovery.
Once the soul is so thin the body follows, instead of a growing sense of self love and self worth, there isn't the strength to climb upwards to health. And so it is so very hard to eat more, even when it is a simple bite at a time, hard to listen to the part of the self that wants to stay alive and be loved. That's the hated anorexia, the cruelest way to mask pain in these girls we love so much.
Terry looked on Abigail's face and it broke him to recall how it once was. Her eyes used to glow with her inner beauty, her soft personality that so easily brought her to laugh and show affection. Now her once soft skin was stretched over her skull, her hair so dull and thin. Eighteen years of age and she had the health of someone of eighty or more, her organs packing up one by one. On seeing him she turned her face to the hospital window, her pointed way of showing anger at this forced feeding. The only reason she didn't rip the tubes away was because doing so resulted in being strapped to the bed. "Anorexic" hardly seemed a big enough word to describe what had become of his baby sister.
She wasn't just thin, she was scary thin. Her clothes were layered and loose to hide the bones that jutted out. But it was so clear just looking at her cheekbones and the skinniness of her hands, this girl was starving herself. I wondered how far she was from needing hospitalization and how far she was from organ failure. It wasn't hard to see that if she just gained just thirty pounds or so she would be beautiful, stunning even. How she was now wasn't even attractive, it was horrifying.
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