When it comes to strangers, some things are off the conversation table. There is no need to tell me about the importance of food. I know about that
By all accounts, I’d been enjoying the conversation. We were two pina coladas apiece in, and between us had covered the breadth of holiday small talk. The weather, the flight over, the cult of the Kardashians, to name but a few. Then Jenny, the woman who had been stretching on the sun lounger beside me all day, got personal: “I know all about your problems,” she said as matter of fact. “You’ve just got to eat.”
With that, she happily skipped back to decrying Kim Kardashian and her much-debated posterior. I sat in silence, scared to burst the supply of tears that had slowly gathered and begun to leak. I then got up and retreated to my room.
To destigmatise mental illness we must discuss it. But by that, I mean counting it among other illnesses
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SOURCE: Eating disorders | The Guardian – Read entire story here.
