My Life with an Eating Disorder
»I WAS MISSING MY EATING DISORDER, EVEN THOUGH I HADN’T GOTTEN RID OF IT YET. I WAS CAUGHT IN AN EXTREMLY UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP AND UNABLE TO BREAK IT OFF.«
33 Storys about a girl who went out
into the world to become famous.
She does not have a clear goal, when Sara Schätzl leaves her parents comfortable home at 16 to move to an overpriced run-down apartment in Munich. All she really wants is to be creative and become a well-known artist who is admired. It does not take long for the hard reality to set in. She realizes that things are not always as great as they seem – including the life of a glamour girl. Instead of giving up, Sara holds on to her dream. With her gutsy nature and inventive ways, she is able to become a part of the celebrity scene herself. The only question she still has to figure out: How does a glamour girl make money. Told in a refreshingly self-deprecating way, Sara Schätzl describes her rise from an “up to no good”- village girl to successful columnist, respected actress and well-known artist.
“My first day in show business was actually the first day I arrived in the big city. I was hit in the head by reality. To be precise, it was like being part of a really bad reality show. If I had watched that dumb girl (me) who was doing all these idiotic things, I would have laughed out loud. And while shaking my head and mumbling „young people nowadays are more stupid than ever“, I would have changed channels.
I was a minor who dropped out of high school. And that was just the beginning. I also was overweight and my skin looked like a mosaic of pimples and red blemishes. I was the prototype for „before“-pics in an anti-acne medication commercial. To sum up my status: I was a mediocre looking teenager without a high school diploma.
My spur-of-the-moment decision to leave school before graduating came with negative consequences. My mother was so mad that she completely cut me off financially. She had a point, of course. However, her parental punishment forced me to move into something the size of a shoebox, which the landlord had the audacity to advertise as an apartment!”