I did think for a while about sending all of my co-workers an email letting them know how I really felt about leaving, that I was practically jumping with joy. I really wanted to send that letter, let them know that dieting doesn't work, and it ultimately harms you. That I am a kind-of diet casualty and it's not as innocent as it seems.
Then I realized: you can only educate people who want to learn. I've tried that with various family members, my parents have tried that, and this said family member blames me for pretty much everything that has occurred after the crucifixion. I'm not ill, I'm faking it, I'm vain, I'm looking for attention, I should just fix myself. You know, I never thought of that. After all these years, that never occurred to me.
So I didn't send my co-workers the letter because it would have been to satisfy my own personal need to stab them in the back and not out of any noble desire to provide education on eating disorders. Instead, I wrote a very succinct note about why I was leaving, which is noted below. Noted in bold within the letter is, however, what I wish I could have written.
To all, (all you bitches, that is)
I am sorry to be leaving all of you so suddenly (NOT!), but several opportunities have arisen for me that I want to take advantage of (that didn't involve weight loss or counting points). I have been building a jewelry-making business called French Roast Designs (frenchroast.etsy.com Remember- Mother's Day is just around the corner! Hee hee you better buy my jewelry because you practically put me out of a job and it's really cool stuff) and have been doing some freelance writing. Before I go away to school in the fall, I wanted to see what I could accomplish in these ventures (Because I knew I couldn't accomplish anything else in this hellhole). In August, I will be moving to Baltimore to start the Masters of Arts in Medical Writing at Johns Hopkins University.
I waited to send this because I do not like goodbyes and do not like to be the center of attention- it had nothing to do with you. (Wait. On second thought, it did. I just didn't want to spend my entire day lying and explaining myself to you). I will miss all of you (yeah, right) and wish you all the best. (Please let me know when you have gained all your weight back so I can have a good laugh at your expense. You've more than earned it.)