When I was 13, my friends and I decided to become vegetarians. That was 24 years ago. And it was a huge clue that my eating had become disordered. I just didn't know it at the time.
My parents were rather clueless, too. You'd think that if your 13 year old announces that she's becoming a vegetarian, you'd look for alternative protein sources for her, so her body gets the nutrients it needs.
Nope.
Instead, my meals consisted of the "typical" meal stuff, minus the meat. Which meant that my dinner often consisted of salad and a vegetable. Or, sometimes it was just cereal. And I was fine with that.
Truth be told, my disordered eating began much younger. I slowly refused to eat certain foods, I think I was eight when spaghetti became the enemy, and by ten pizza was out too. People found it funny that in going out to eat with friends after lessons, I'd often have a grilled cheese sandwich and a bowl of croutons with ranch dressing. That was it.
My parents continued to be clueless.
And I had no idea I was hiding an eating disorder.
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