TRIGGER WARNING: Eating disorders, self harm.
I have never been diagnosed with an eating disorder. Words like “Disordered eating” (because somehow flipping the words makes it less extreme) have been thrown around (along with “Food Issues”, “Eating Issues”, etc.). I’m not skinny enough to look anorexic and I don’t binge and purge enough to be considered bulimic. I don’t think I have an eating disorder. I eat. I enjoy eating sometimes. And some days I look in the mirror and even think “Hey, I look skinny.”
But that is not every day. I started restricting calories in high school. My calorie goal was considered the lowest healthy amount of calories. But I would often eat less than that. I also was coming out of a period of being overweight. I lost the awkward preteen weight and just kept losing. I was never underweight, but I was really really skinny.
Then I got to college and was like “I’m not going to care anymore.” and I gained 30-40 pounds. But the weird thing was I felt good. I remember feeling happy and sexy, even if I was overweight. I was confident about my body. But junior year, I started dieting. And then I started starving. I tried to not eat anything for three days. I lost a lot of weight very quickly so it worked. But the thing was, the more weight I lost, the less confident I felt. I also was cutting out more and more foods. No breads. I went vegan after being vegetarian. I hated food. I hated myself.
This all came to a head in January when my friend made an emergency counseling appointment for me after I broke down sobbing after a night of drinking, admitting I hated myself and I didn’t want to be alive anymore. After that it was up and down. I had bad weeks but mostly it was a gray wasteland of not caring with occasional bouts of happiness or sadness.
But I’ve never gotten over the food issues. I haven’t gotten over the depression. I think about death and wanting to die at least once a day. Some days are worse than others. There is occasional self harm to deal (ineffectively) at stress. I’ve developed a nausea response to stress because I try and purge when I am angry or stressed out. Eating anything beyond a few hundred calories prompts me to want to purge. I often feel worthless when I eat. I buy laxatives and will take them when I feel like I’ve eaten too much.
The thing about not eating or purging is that it is the exact opposite of what your body wants to do and your body fights you in an effort to be healthy. Purging (which is what I struggle with) isn’t something you are supposed to do. You don’t just stick your fingers down your throat and vomit. Vomiting is an extreme body response to toxins, not to slightly too much food. Or when I take laxatives, at first I feel better because I am using it as a stress response. Instead of admitting that I am stressed/angry/feeling reject/sad, I pop some laxatives and know that any food I should be digesting from the day before and today will be shit out in a painful and day long cycle of self hate that I get to hide from my friends and family. I feel like I pushed my body to do something other bodies couldn’t. It’s like running a marathon but instead of telling others and sharing your training stories and feeling proud and healthy and strong, you feel shame and self hate and weak.
Both are exhausting.
I’m exhausted.
I’m in counseling but that means that the few days after therapy are often my worst response days. Because eating disorders and disordered eating aren’t just about wanting to be thinner. I use destructive food behaviors when I am upset. Part of my counseling has been to identify when I am feeling negative emotions instead of suppressing them or taking them out in a self harming sort of way. When I am angry or very upset, I tend to scratch my arms; sometimes my fingernails just leave red marks, other times they leave long bloody scratches. I don’t want to feel the emotion that was hurting me, so I feel the physical pain. And seeing the scabs allows me to put off feeling the emotion and just feel the physical pain. I don’t have to think about why I was upset or put a name to that emotion; I can just feel a physical manifestation of it.
Now I label everything. “I want to scratch because I am feeling rejected and that makes me feel alone and sad.” It doesn’t always work, because naming and experiencing feelings is a process; I can’t just get it out of the way. I have to allow myself to feel the emotion, see how it is effecting my day, try and find a solution that doesn’t involve harming my body. It’s the last part that is tricky.
Also, self harm, depression, eating too much and then not eating and taking laxative have become comforting to me. I know the range of emotions that I am capable of feeling when I place myself within in this box. I have recently gone through a short period of time when I was feeling happy. Days were intrinsically good with maybe some blah moments instead of intrinsically blah with few good moments. But instead of enjoying it, I felt extremely suspicious of the whole period. Yes, I loved feeling good all the time, but I was waiting for the feeling to go away, for the badness to manifest itself in a larger and worse way. And then yesterday on my way to class when I thought “I wish I was dead right now” a huge wave of relief and comfort came over me. This feeling was familiar, more so than the feeling of happiness, and I welcomed it.
Welcoming my depression back is badness manifesting itself in a larger and worse way. This is how people die from EDs or mental illnesses, because fighting is so damn hard. I can’t just address it in a counseling session and then be better all week. It is a constant battle with myself, for myself. I have to relearn which thoughts and feelings to trust. Don’t trust the thought that shouts at me that I’m a worthless piece of slutty fat shit. Trust the thought that whispers I’m upset because of that bad grade, or a fight with a friend, or because I was rejected by a romantic interest. Its fighting to remove all the negative adjectives around how I label my life and replace them with neutral or positive ones.
It’s hard to combat a culture of fat shaming when I can barely go a day without fat shaming myself. I’m living a very real case of “Fake It Till You Make It” and I’m not faking it very well and I’m certainly not making it. Being a feminist didn’t magically erase body issues for me. Body image doesn’t suddenly improve when I’m writing about patriarchy. Body image translates into many different feminist issues: self worth, culture, fashion, Women of Color body images, trans* issues. If you would like to write us a post for any of these issues, please let us know in the comments!
Also, check out these tumblrs. They personally help me through the rough days! http://edrecoveryprobs.com/ and http://humorinrecovery.tumblr.com/