
“There was no food in the house,” brother Andrew says, looking off to the side as his eyes fill. “If I went out with friends, I could not bring leftovers home because they would be gone by the next morning.”
Once, he explains, in the middle of a bitterly cold night, he looked out the window and saw Melissa on the curb, going through the garbage. “I went outside and I yelled her name,” he recounts in the interview, his voice breaking. “Just the way she looked back at me -- it was so empty, vacant. It was a deer in the headlights, but that doesn’t even explain it.”
Read the full article HERE. (Way to take all the glamour out of eating disorders.)
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