I am a pastor’s daughter.
The girl who was home-schooled and raised on Dr. James Dobson, who was made to stay at church until her father shook the very last hand and who wasn’t allowed to eat out on Sundays because that would mean making other people work. Which I agree with now, but all I wanted back then was to feel normal. And normal families ate out on Sundays.
So I swore in the van on the way home from church and Dad would pull over and spank me and at nine years old, I began to hide behind an eating disorder.
And today, I still hide, only now it’s behind my children.