Nathan Tailleur talks about poop and, I believe, vomit. But it totally makes a deep point about vanity or something! It's really well written! Gosh, I'm bad at making these.

Jordan Whitlock '11 urges students to reach out to any friends and family who may suffer from eating disorders.

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Friday Feb. 13, 2009

4 p.m. Yippee. A visit (courtesy of Gannett) to the head-shrink. Perfect way to kick off the weekend. Hah.

4:41 p.m. Damn, she’s been very blatantly watching the clock since quarter after … I don’t think she likes me. I’ve always wondered why people want to listen to other people bitching and whining. Clearly this woman is having second thoughts about her career decision — since meeting me at least.

4:50 p.m. I claim I have to be somewhere and leave early. I can’t take this anymore. She seems relieved anyway.

I dug my teeth into my lower lip to keep from smiling. Tsunamis of joy, originating deep in the pit of my grumbling belly, rolled upward and lifted my spirits. I stood on a scale with a stomach full of water and a hospital gown draped over my shivering frame.

The sliding weights on the scale rested three pounds to the left of where they’d been two weeks before. My mother’s frown sank to the floor and her brow buried itself in furrows of worry.

I glanced at the doctor’s notepad as he scribbled out his diagnosis in an ominous scrawl: anorexia.