Getting my period again at twenty-four marked the end of my extremes. I’ve never been so rigid or powerless again. But this was the end of a chapter, not a real and final end. I’m healthier than I was as a young woman, but “recovered”? No. I want to be clear about where I am. It’s not widely understood just how enduring eating disorders can be. For most of my adulthood I perceived my own problem as both intractable and illegitimate. And while I might have felt differently if more people talked about how tenacious this stuff is, what’s more important is that I might have felt differently if I
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