time ( I'll talk about this more in the story below ). And I don't even regret the 10 plus years that I was bulimic for. That might sound crazy, but it lead me to develop the Bulmia Recovery Program and Community which has become a passion in my life. Leading so many strong women towards a bulimia free life is priceless. It gives purpose to all the years I suffered. It was a Friday afternoon. A group of young girls poured out of the graphic design building at my university. They giggled about the "talent" they were going to check out at the bar that night. You know how young girls are when they're excited, gossiping and chattering non-stop. "I'm getting a sex on the beach tonight, that's for sure. What about you Shaye?"... Hannah's question shook me out of a daze. Cocktails were the last thing on my mind. "Sorry Hannah, I have got to get home tonight." My mind raced, trying to think of an excuse quickly. "We've got a family dinner on" Hannah's head dropped. She was used to my excuses. Have you ever disappointed friends like this before? I hated doing it, but something deep inside was driving me home. Adrenaline began to pulse through my veins at the thought of it. As I arrived home, there were no cars in the driveway. The house was empty, just the way I wanted it. But I had to hurry, mom and dad would be home soon