We all have obsessions. What do you obsess about?
Being a recovering anorexic, obviously it is my weight. When I was in full throes of anorexia my only solace was that in twenty years when I was forty; I would be too old to care about what I looked like. Tell me that wasn't the joke of a lifetime. I hadn't any idea of the stranglehold this dangerous disease would have on me, but I am happy to say that it has gotten better. Who knows maybe in twenty more years when I am in my sixties my obsession will be further diminished and by the time I'm eighty I might even be finally normal.