How Panera is helping me through my relapse.

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I’ve been a long-time fan of Panera Bread, ever since I was little and my cousin (who worked there) would bring us home treats at the end of her shift. Years later, my younger sister made her debut at the Panera cash register, too. Panera was certainly a pre-ED favorite restaurant of mine. Whether I’m dining on soup, salad, sandwiches, breakfast items, or smoothies, I’m never disappointed in my choice (except when I don’t distribute my salad dressing evenly and am left with a bunch of dry lettuce at the bottom of the dish).

When my sister started working there, I was in the depths of my eating disorder. I was absolutely terrified of the bagels and pastries she would bring home for me, and did all I could to avoid them and their massive caloric content. Even at the beginning stages of recovery, anxiety strangled me when I walked…

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