Dear Anorexia: You almost ruined my day. You almost made me miss out on a wonderful opportunity, but I didn't let you.
Today was the second day of the Institute for the African Child conference. The founder of Zienzele (with which I'm interning) gave a presentation this morning and then invited a big group of people out to lunch - including me. She picked an Indian restaurant, and I almost declined. I almost made up some bullshit excuse - I'm not feeling well, I'm tired, I have so much work to do. I almost didn't go.
But then I said fuck you, anorexia. This might be the only time I get to see this woman for a long time. I'm sure it's the only time I'll get to eat with a woman from Monserrat, a man from Zimbabwe, a woman from Nova Scotia, a man from Botswana, and a woman fromVermont. My own little mini UN, as my roommate said.
So I went. And I ate - even kheer and two cups of chai. And I had wonderful conversation. I'm inspired and energized.
Again, fuck you, anorexia. I can't believe I almost missed that.