Bennett Sewell Art

I have an eating disorder; I’m anorexic.  I’ve been living with a sack of stones around my neck for the past 45 years.  My earliest memories are of my parents forcing me to eat spinach and to drink beer while strapped to a high stool in the dining room after everyone had left.  I now have some degree of awareness and I know that I am in a fight for my life.  I, also, know that I hide and lie to myself and others.   Up to this time, no one, professional or friend, has been able to make me eat, and I am scared to death that I can’t either.   But please look at me with awareness and understanding.  I am a dog, a good dog, living in a body that is almost perfect.

 

Hattie Mae’s Comments:

 

Guilt, fear and numbness go round and round and round in her head.  I won’t give up on her.  All of us live in a cage of our own making, or do we?

 

Maybe, maybe someday Angelina will leave her quest for a perfect body and move to one of good health and a good life with family and friends.