I was 14.
I was a freshman in high school (Clear Creek) (Go Wildcats).
I had a best friend (Beth).
I had my first boyfriend* (Jerry).
I had my heart set on becoming a Cavalier (that was the drill team).
I was jazz hand deep in learning the dance every afternoon after school for the upcoming try-outs.
It was "Separate Ways" by Journey.
Just so you know.
I liked my group and the Cavalier officer** that was teaching us.
I was pretty wrapped up in, well, me***.
See sentence #2.
My mom had an appointment with a new doctor.
Have I told you that my mom was an anorexic?
In 1983 this was a new thing.
Or maybe it was an old thing with a new name.
But people still didn't talk about it.
And truth be told, neither did we.
Of course my mom denied being anorexic and we believed her.
She was in treatment for it but still believed she was not a *true* anorexic. (We even watched The Best Little Girl in the World made for TV movie and she kept saying she was not like that.)
Thirty years ago.
*Boyfriend as in we went to church functions together, double dates and oh yeah, his junior prom (my mom had seen me in my dress, a giant white meringue hoop skirted scarlett o'hara number, but missed the actual event since it was in May) (that was the first miss in what has now become a very long list of misses).
**Her name was Liz Breslin and she died in a car accident the following year, her senior year.
***And I guess you could stay I still am. ;)