As a hospital volunteer, I once encountered a young woman with anorexia. I remember being discomfited the first time I saw her. Though I acted professionally, I was amazed by her minuscule stature and delineated face. I accepted the task of watching over her, but struggled to comprehend how someone could treat her body in such a manner. While I was not a stranger to eating disorders, Sarah’s case was so extreme that she needed surgery. The nurses tried to confirm that Sarah had eaten her meals, but she never finished more than a few bites. I witnessed the fights she had with the professionals who were doing everything they could to make her healthy. I was frustrated with Sarah’s choices and helpless not to think about how an individual should