EDs are stereotyped as being a teenager thing. We enter a “state of turbulence” and eventually we’ll just grow out of it.
I wish that were true, because it would mean that everyone would be cured of their eating disorder once they entered their twenties. Frankly, the fact that older women get EDs is scary, because I want to believe that this disease is just an angsty thing that will go away of its own accord.
But the truth is that if we don’t do something about it, it won’t go away. Two years can easily turn into ten, and before we know it we’ll be in our fifties and hiding in the bathroom from our families while they dine on Christmas dinner.
I don’t want to have bulimia when I’m fifty. I don’t even want it when I’m thirty. I don’t want it next year, in 2013.
But how do we get rid of it?