You remember holding your child, kissing her, cuddling her, whispering, ‘I love you.’ You remember her running through the grass, laughing, a constant smile on her face. You remember what it used to be like before ED came into her life.
Writing this I am almost tempted to say that ED (eating disorder) is like a really bad boyfriend your daughter has. He’s powerful, manipulating, pervasive, and destructive. He has all the wrong intentions. He doesn’t know when to back off, stop abusing her, or telling her lies.