I was at an eating disorders conference. There was a worship band and we were under a pavilion. It had been raining all day but it had cleared up and turned warm, and it was quiet there in the evening of Nashville, Tennessee.
I would be speaking the next day and I’d had my talk planned for months, the one in which I share my story of not eating from the ages of nine to thirteen. It was all typed out and memorized so I wouldn’t make a mistake…
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