When I was 16 years old, there suddenly appeared in my person a debilitating, painful, out of control eating disorder. I simply could not stop eating. Like there was a monster inside me cramming food down my throat. It was literally like that improvisational comedy sketch about good angel / bad angel. “I want a piece of cake.” “No.” “Why?” “Because you’re trying to lose weight.” “Tough!” and I’d be eating the cake. But then it would never stop at “a” piece of cake. It was the whole cake. And then a loaf of bread. With butter and honey. And a quart of milk. “Oh, I’m soooo stuffed!” And as soon as the heap of food went down, there would be a pint of Hagen Daz (vanilla, of course — mother’s milk). This continued for 3 years. I was a voice major at UCLA, but I had to drop out because I was in so much pain so much of the time from stuffing down so much food.