in the gym after yoga today i was talking to lindsey as she dressed for her daily swim. i always think of lindsey as the frailest, smallest girl i know, nibbling on raw grains or a veggie smoothie. although she is constantly in motion, she always looks easily breakable, i suppose. so when a girl put down her bags at a locker nearby and started to change who looked tiny next to little lindsey, i was shocked. although i look at the proanorexia site often, i guess it’s been a while since i have actually seen an anorexic girl in real life. terrifying. i couldn’t help but stare, and i never gawk at anyone. she layer on leggings and long socks to warm her bone-thick legs, and her spine stood out like the inside of a turtle’s shell. her locker was filled with workout materials- running shoes, water bottles, clothing, etc., yet her body looked in no shape to even walk out the door. my whole perception on anorexia has been skewed, this is no game, but a disease. as i caught my healthy reflection in the locker room mirror, i felt beautiful, and happily walked home to a delicious filling lunch (warm bean chili, thanks katie).