In 1979, as a freshman at Penn State University, I began my descent into anorexia. Within a year, I had become bulimic. I would stay bulimic until I was 45 years old. At the time, I had no idea those words existed or what an eating disorder was. They were simply behaviors I engaged in like breathing to get me through each day. The act of binging and purging for those few seconds made me feel like a whole person. Like I would finally be accepted. Of course when those few moments had passed, the overwhelming shame of something I did not understand filled the void. The shame of my dirty secret. A secret I would keep for 27 years.
Read more: Binging and purging at Passover | Brian Cuban | Ops & Blogs | The Times of Israel http://blogs.timesofisrael.com/binging-and-purging-at-passover/#ixzz2z9bINiMk
