“You should have died by now, you know that right?” After detailing my nearly 5-year journey of living with anorexia, this was my therapist’s response. At only 19, I simply laughed. Dead? I don’t think so. Hospitalized? Maybe. I’d shared with my therapist how I ran with an off-hand comment from my high school track coach to have less soda and more water. How no one really knew until my physician didn’t clear me to run cross-country my sophomore year. How my parents gave me we