Quite truthfully, this is the first holiday season that I can remember in 17 years that hasn’t been laced with some sense of dread. There has always been a niggling terror about what, who will be serving. How much will I be expected to eat? Who will notice if I don’t eat? Why does everything happy have to be punctuated with food?
It is my deepest desire that no one ever have to live through half their holidays on the brink of mental hell. Please, donate to Finding Balance and their efforts to introduce those struggling with an eating disorder to FREEDOM.
