Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share on Google+ Share on Reddit Share on Pinterest Share on Linkedin Share on Tumblr Look for the similarities, not the differences.” How grateful I am to have gotten that message straightaway when I walked in the doors of OA. It was out of desperation that I had to do this, because the only alternative was going to be death. I came to OA looking different than most, weighing in at 42–47 kilograms (93–99 lbs), my hair slicked back so tight, my skin so pale, my eyes sunken in, bones protruding through my clothes . . . I was literally just a shadow (if I could even cast one) of the person I am today.To continue reading this story, subscribe or log in below. For US$23, subscribers get one year of access to new Lifeline stories published ten times per year, plus our complete archive of hundreds of stories published since January 2016.Existing Users Log InUsernamePassword Remember Me Forgot password? Click here to resetNew User RegistrationChoose a Username*First Name*Last Name*Address 1*Address 2City*State*Zip*Country*Day PhoneEmail**Required field
Share It Oceans of Recovery Thank you for publishing my story, “Walking Through It” (September 2019, …
