Ever since she was a little girl, Idina danced wherever she went. Even when she was three years old, my dad would remark to my mom, "Doesn't she ever walk anywhere?" Back then, it was an expression of happiness. But soon enough, her constant movement had a dark motive: to burn calories in hopes that maybe someday, she'd be skinny enough.
But I didn't know. How could I? I never thought my best friend, my sister who wasn't even two years older than me, would ever develop an eating disorder. I didn't even know they existed until I was a teen.
I guess I didn't see the signs for what they were. I didn't think it was abnormal for my sister to exercise for hours a day. I didn't see the red flags that were waved when Idina danced.