An anorexic, that's who I was. Annie Anorexic. I didn't have a bad case of it, but bad enough. I didn't eat anything, well, I did, but not enough. My typical eating schedule was as follows:
Breakfast: Key lime pie yogurt and milk.
Lunch: A few pieces of cheese and Ritz crackers.
Dinner: Whatever Mom served on my plate.
Mom or Dad didn't know about it, only my friends because they saw what I ate. "Mary-Anne, eat. You're going to starve yourself," they told me. "I'm just not hungry," I replied, but always thought afterward, "Just until my stomach looks good."