The first time I smoked weed I was the night of my year eleven graduation. It did nothing too me at all, not that I remember anyway. It felt like it had no affect but that was also the night we tried to teach a friends dog to swim. As it sat on the bottom of the pool we had this conversation.

Me: Do you think he will swim

Him: Seems to just be sitting there

Me: Yep.

Him: Think we should dive in a get him

Me: Give him a chance

Him: I dont think dogs do well on the bottom of the pool.

Me: reminds me of this weird story

Him: What does

Me: I dont know.. lets get the dog out

That was also the night one of my brilliant friends finally mentioned the reason her weight had dropped so dramatically. To be honest I hadnt noticed but a lot of the girls had suspicians.

Sitting on the edge of the pool where the dog once had been we started chatting away. I was babbling like an idiot as I tend to do when I am stoned when she suddenly came out with "what do you think it means when you throw up aftre you eat". Thinking it was some sort of weird test I cam back with "probably some sort of stomach bug". She then asked what it meant if you did it every time you ate for a long period of time, "a really bad stomach bug?"

Then something clicked, it was about thirteen years ago and not much was known about eating disorders. But I had vague recollections of something I had ready and started spurting bullemnia facts ather like some sort of rabid eating disorder dog.

Everything I said clicked with her and it was the start to getting things right. With her it was simple, as life went on I dont know how many girls I met her had eating disorders of some sort and whose life was disproportionately affected by food. Eating disorders are the second most prolific tradgedy in my life after suicide.

When I read some diaries online it depressed me the amount of people who are obsessed with their looks and how few people care about what is on the inside of themselves. If people cant be bothered to look after their own soul then how can they expect others to care about it. It is incredibly prolific and something needs to be done somehow.

My friend recovered but it was a tough road, I had no idea what to do and I took her to counselling and tried to make her eat. In the end I told her mother, I told her I would and she knew it was coming but couldnt bring herself to tell her mother herself so I did it. Her mum was shocked but once it was out on the open it was easier for her to sort herself out which she did and her life has gone form strength to strength.

Also, for those with morbid fascination, I have pictures of Heidi and I online. Being a tease I just thought I would let you know that. May even put them up on my page soon.. woooooooo

Keep Smiling

Jason

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