By Anna David
I’ve long insisted that I don’t have an eating disorder, a claim that has always made me gleam with pride. It’s the same way I will explain to people that I’ve never had a panic attack with near giddiness. I get that not having experienced these things shouldn’t be a great thrill. But when you have a history of trying to shove cocaine, alcohol, cigarettes, work, fantasy and whatever else you can find between you and your feelings, any rite of passage on the dysfunctional train that you skipped can feel like quite an accomplishment..