I remember walking away from the kitchen thinking, “Whew I didn’t get caught.” In the depths of my eating disorder, I was lying to everyone around me. My parents and doctors thought I just had a high metabolism that suddenly kicked in. The truth is I wasn’t eating. I would wake up every morning before anyone else and “make my breakfast’’. This included emptying a Boost plus bottle down the drain to look like I drank it. Getting utensils dirty and sprinkling some oatmeal in a bowl to look like I had eaten. By doing this, it was so mentally tasking to keep a lie hidden inside of me from every possible human. I had no one to talk to but myself, and the eating disorder. After pretending to eat “breakfast,” I would go back to sleep until lunch. If I was alone for lunch, I would do the same thing and leave some crumbs on a plate and dirty some more silverware to make it as if I had consumed the food I needed to. I was filling the void in my head of eating. These actions continued on for m