🚨 LONG POST ALERT 🚨
This is a bit challenging post to write but my last post about my eating disorder seemed to help a lot of people so I wanted to continue to disclose my struggle in order to help others and give hope to anyone currently struggling with an ED.
When I was 13, nearly 14, and going through puberty, my body changed really drastically in a matter of months.
I went from looking like more of an adolescent girl to having a womanly hourglass figure.
I was not ready and really thrown by this new body and felt super uncomfortable in my own skin.
I started receiving very uncomfortable and confusing attention not just from teenage boys but from grown men as well, some extremely inappropriate and violating.
I’m not going to go into details about the actual assaults that happened, one from my older brother’s friend and one from my dad’s best friend at the time, but the end result was that I desperately wanted to get rid of my new “womanly” curves and go back to how I looked before puberty happened and made me feel unsafe in the world.
I think this is a very common experience amongst tweens and teenage girls and the lack of support around it has caused an epidemic of disordered eating, amongst various other coping mechanisms, that aren’t properly being addressed and discussed in our culture.
On the left is a photo of me the summer of 1998, a few months after I turned 14. I tried on my mom’s prom dress from the 1960’s and was experimenting with how I looked wearing more grown up things, playing dress up with one of my best friends
I wanted to like my new body but I just could not. I felt betrayed and my friend felt the same way and we discussed it and decided we would restrict our eating to get rid of the curves we did not want.
Often girls begin eating disorders together for support and it can turn competitive (ours never did but I know girls who they tried to outdo each other)
She ended up in a binge-purge cycle and I ended up restricting calories to 400-800 per day and exercising enough to expend around 400 calories a day.
I was a tad over 5’1” at the time and after the weight gain from puberty I weighed 104lbs.
By late fall/early winter I weighed 86lbs at my lowest (much to my dismay at the time I didn’t get down to 85 before I got “caught.”) The photo on the right is shortly before I went to the hospital.
The entire time I was anorexic I INSISTED to family and friends I was totally ok and just eating healthier. I ate very large salads with all vegetables and fat free salad dressing, and some raw tofu for protein. I’d push around my dinner and give some to the dog under the table.
If someone expressed concern I made sure to eat regularly around them and then just exercise more later.
Just like Ariana Grande, I was absolutely adamant to everyone that it was from eating healthy and “balanced” and taking up a healthy exercise regimen and before I had just been eating “junk” which is why I had gained weight.
Most people bought my lines. I was fairly free to just restrict and exercise as much as I wanted without anyone interfering.
Then one day in gym class it was “Heart Healthy Awareness Week” and we had to wear heart monitors while we exercised.
My heart monitor said 36 beats per minute. I thought it must be broken so I changed to a different one and it said the same, so I got a third one and it was the same.
After gym class my female gym teacher asked to see me in her office. She sat me down and said “I noticed you went through puberty and your body changed and then a few months later you had lost a significant amount of weight. Now your heart rate is going dangerously low, want to talk about it?”
I said no I was totally fine and just eating healthier. She looked me in the eye and began to explain what happens to your heart muscle when you restrict calories that severely as she thought I was doing (I was) and she told me very frankly I would eventually go into cardiac arrest and could die.
She asked me if I wanted to die or I wanted to live. I broke down crying and told her I didn’t know any of this and yes I wanted to live. She told me to go home and tell my mom what I was doing and she would check in with her and make sure I did tell her.
That gym teacher saved my life. My mom checked me into partial care at the eating disorder clinic at the hospital and luckily because I was only maybe 6 months into my eating disorder I was able to very proudly make a full recovery and never get myself into dangerous territory again.
I am 42 years old now and have had a very full and adventurous life, have 2 kids, and can say I eat without focusing so much on my body.
I didn’t count calories again until after I had kids and stopped nursing and wanted to lose weight, and even then I discontinued counting calories because I didn’t want to engage in disordered behavior any longer.
Now I’m not saying I’ve never dealt with body dysmorphia or never restricted again, I have, but I’ve been able to focus on other more important things in life and not have the ED in the driver’s seat.
I was on stage for most of my adult life and had to keep a certain figure, which was exceptionally challenging to do while keeping a healthy relationship with food and exercise.
A few times for large events where clients wanted my body to look slimmer I did restrict by eating a smaller breakfast and lunch and a regular dinner but each time I went back to normal eating immediately after the event.
Most of my recovery was due to getting 6 weeks of partial care therapy, having therapists help me connect the dots of WHY my eating disorder started in the first place, and to make lists about what I wanted to do with my life and if I didn’t have the eating disorder taking up so much of my mental space what would I be able to do and focus on.
They had me laminate a card of activities I loved and wanted to do that my ED kept me from doing or accomplishing and another card I carried with me of what to stop and do if I was experiencing disordered thinking about food or my body.
I was on a meal plan and saw a nutritionist for two years after graduating from the hospital program, which I kept religiously, and it included daily “challenge” foods like putting butter on toast, eating ice cream or a treat, etc.
I actually ended up eating a “chipswich” ice cream sandwich nearly daily during this time as a challenge, but I do end up overdoing challenges much of the time lol
After having two kids back to back at close to 40 years old I’m not super comfy with the changes in my body but I am too busy to focus on it more than some discomfort, and honestly by my age I don’t care as much about how I look anymore.
There is SO MUCH MORE in life to think about or worry about. An ED becomes a mental obsession and an addiction and it is hard to rewire your brain but it IS possible and takes dedication and forging on even when you don’t feel like it and want to fall back into disordered behaviors.
Acknowledging disordered thoughts without judgement and developing a healthy self-talk during those moments is key and a therapist can help you with that (ie “I might not be comfy with my body right now but I’m going to choose to focus on other things and not engage in restricting/disordered behaviors. My body is healthy and I am proud of how far I’ve come” etc)
If anyone is struggling and wants to talk, you can comment “follow me plz” on any of my posts (not just this one, if you don’t want to publicly disclose in this thread) and then my DM’s will be open for you. I don’t keep them open because of the stress of abusive and inappropriate comments women (and Jews) receive regularly on here though.
I will block anyone with nasty comments and I have no obligation to engage with anyone that is mean or inappropriate.
I do hope this disclosure does help someone though. Even helping one person is a good enough reason for me to take the time to write all of this out.
Recovery is possible 💕