The F.E.A.S.T. community lost a child today. It could have been any of us.
There is no reason why it was this loving family who lost a beloved daughter, sister, aunt. She could have been any of our daughters, sisters, or aunts.
The loss is immeasurable. Unfathomable.
There will be time to know her name. To know which family and what details. That day is not today, but it matters who it was, and her life and her family matter.
It could have been any of us.
We failed this person, as a society and as a field. We failed this family. We failed, but this family endures the loss.
We can and we will carry this family in their grief as we have for many others. We carry all the families’ losses. We carry these families individually as they grieve and as they honor their person. We carry their grief and their pain and their anger. We fold their activism in our own. We carry the love, as well, and we will love that daughter, as a community, and as our own. It could have been any of us and today it was.
Eating disorders are grueling, exhausting disorders. As we mourn the losses we must take responsibility for them as well as if they are our own. As a community of families affected by eating disorders and mental illness we take this person as one of our own, and her loss is ours as well. There is so little we can do, and it is the least we can do: make this daughter our own. This sister, this aunt: our very own.
It could have been any of us, but today it was this one family’s dearly loved and cherished daughter, sister, and aunt. That is all that matters.