Two Opposing Truths
A lesson in dialectics, learning to literally and figuratively hold both.
Topic: eating disorder
A lesson in dialectics, learning to literally and figuratively hold both.
Society whispers to us that our pain is too much to bare, so we learn to hide it away.
“Some people had childhoods much worse than yours. Yours wasn’t really traumatic.”
At first, you were polite and you did not intrude, you gave me some tips to avoid certain foods.
That’s the thing about anorexia, you never believe you are sick enough.
It was hard to face the truth that no matter how fast the number on the scale dropped, how long I could go starving myself, or how small my waistline got, it would never be enough.
The thing that I was the best at controlling was what food I put into my body and how much of it I chose to consume and when.
I felt as though I lost control of my life so I turned to a different aspect of my body that I could control—what I was eating.
My eating disorder no longer lived in the places where only I noticed its existence, it had begun to leak into places I never intended it to go
I struggled heavily with my self-image and confidence and tried tirelessly to fit into a mold that I wasn't built for.
I was trying to expel things to make room for happiness. But the control never led to the happiness or relief I expected.
I turned my pain into a quirky trait and a joke.
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