A Skeleton in the Closet : Remembering My Spirit

In an extraordinary personal account of her lifelong journey suffering from anorexia and bulimia, Patrizza Jimenez unveils a vivid home movie-like reflection of her inner turmoil. Unlike other books, it takes the reader into another dimension, into the chimerical mind of an individual afflicted with an eating disorder. Self-intlicted injuries and self-induced vomiting, since the age of two, placed in the nurturing hands of good ole' gramma, to make it better with a bottle of milk and a kiss on the cheek, put a band-aid on the issue. God forbid she tell her estranged mother or alcoholic father about the evil babysitter that fed her and her little brother cobweb-infested blueberry muffins. Fifteen and running from her mother's scorching words, she prayed to the porcelain queen, who forgave her every time she puked up five plates of lasagna and a half gallon of ice cream. Short, blowing up to 135 pounds and comments from family about her weight, gave her no choice, but to wreak revenge. Numerous hospitalizations, twenty-one, sixty-five pounds and counting, she is destined to be in control. Five years have passed and she is f.i.n.e., so she thinks. Forced to leave her job after a visit to the ER, she decides to give it one last chance, to battle the illness, by surrendering herself to participate in a research study. As her health deteriorates, she's dropped from the study and is forced to look into her heart and deal with the secrets of shame and guilt from her family.