in this 2002 letter, i informed my parents, at the green age of 20, that i could not attend a family vacation to hawaii, after they had paid for tickets.

i believe that this was the straw that broke the camel’s back.  it took years to mend the family relationship; and to this day, almost 10 years since that canceled vacation, parts of the stitching remain uneven.

to my young friends who are just playing bulimic hopscotch, stop now.  this is proof that you’ll invest years into the b word, throwing away your life.  everyone heals differently.  so find what works for you, and avoid composing letters such as this.

today, at the riper age of 29, after 11 years of suffering, i celebrate one year + one month of being clean.  i am happy.  so damn happy!

my letter, in my then-handwriting, is attached.


2002what are your thoughts about this entry?  and if you are bulimic, what have you experienced in terms of family, loneliness, and failure to control?  

© nicole marie story and, 2011.