When Your Eating Disorder Doesn’t Have a Name
My eating disorder looks quiet to the outside world.
Topic: eating disorder
My eating disorder looks quiet to the outside world.
What I have done throughout my recovery is not only find a way for me to have a better relationship with food—although that is a major part of the process—but to also see the roots beneath the tree of my disorder, helping me to unveil the bigger picture.
I was always just a little too much, even when there wasn’t much there for me to even be.
The relationship with my body is a complicated one—with ups and downs, celebrations, and resentment, but as of late, a lot of acceptance and contentment too.
Eating disorders blur the image of who we are.
See Ed for what he really is: an invader of your space and your body as opposed to a part of who you are.
I ran until anorexia almost took me over completely. I ran until the scars tallied skin from my thigh to my waist because I couldn’t cope. I ran until I couldn’t anymore.
Even the deepest and darkest parts of my mind know that I am not a burden. The amount of space I require will never change that.
On a holiday centered around food, it’s near impossible for me, a person with an eating disorder, to maintain a healthy mindset.
Today, I share my story of survival. I did not believe that I would live to see my 18th birthday, yet here I am, living.
When I see declarations of happiness in pounds lost and images of shrinking frames, the voice of my eating disorder begins to rustle.
I want to share with you some of the everyday things that helped me along on my road to recovery from an eating disorder...
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