After I survived my teen and college years, I came to realize that it was only by the grace of God that I did not have an eating disorder or disordered eating habits. I fit all the classic markers of someone who could be anorexic. I'm a perfectionist with very high standards for myself. I fall into the trap of seeing weakness as worthless and failure as a sign of such worthlessness. I was ladened with guilt as a teen and anger. I desired control over my life and had a hard time submitting to God's authority. I held onto my anger and grudges. as a means of feeling into control. Mercifully, God has brought me out of so much of that, but I still see how my thinking could have gotten very easily twisted and unhealthy quickly. I recognize now that young and old women alike seek control in their lives in the area of their eating habits. I read an interesting article in the Baltimore Sun a few years ago that explained what disorder...