From Happy to Hopeless: A Look Inside Manic Eating

About a month ago I asked my friend to contribute to my blog. When she asked what, or how, I replied that it didn't matter, so long as the subject had something to do with food. I even encouraged her to get creative and challenge the traditional notions of form and content. When she emailed me a week later, I must admit I was surprised; I didn't expect such a candid, dizzying confession, one that depicted food as the enemy, of sorts, and revealed the narrator to be, well, human, for lack of better words. There was no doubt that the writing intrigued me; it was honest and expressive and even a little bit nutty. So after about a month of going back and forth, edit here, edit there, my friend, who requested she remain anonymous, put together a version that communicates what it is she wants, and perhaps needs, to say. The following is that version, which is just as cooky, just as vulnerable, as the original. You might even find it exhilarating, in a roller-coaster ride kind of way...