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Dispel judgement, debunk the myths and correct the misconceptions you hold about eating disorders.
How It Feels to Be Bulimic
As I write this, I am in a full-scale binge mode. At times like this, I am so distressed I feel as though I want to die, or as though I may die because the amount of food that I consume appears to be more than my body can take. It physically hurts.
By Elle White 8 years ago in Psyche
Fighting ED
On February 21, 2018 I started a program to take back my life from my eating disorder. I had my ED for about a year without even realizing. I was so down on my body and thought the only way to change that was to make myself throw up. Throughout the years, I tried to restrict more and more — not allowing myself to have certain foods, and if I did making sure that I was purging right after. My mom eventually caught on, she asked and asked if I have ever purged and I told her that I would never do that. I began lying to myself. Just one more time, I told myself. I became depressed and didn’t want to go anywhere because if I did I would be forced to eat in front of people which is something that made me feel very uncomfortable. I truly believed that I had it under control. I weighed myself multiple times throughout the day and would lie to my mom about it. I began to feel more and more dizzy and felt ashamed of the way I looked. I felt more depressed and felt like I was lying to the people I loved. I had completely shut down.
By 8 years ago in Psyche
Bulimia: The Shame, The Guilt, and the Life-Threatening Damage. Top Story - March 2018.
Bulimia is not proud! It doesn’t care how rich you are, how old you are, or where you live; it doesn’t even care whether you’re married or single, a Uni student, stay-at-home Mum, or in charge of a huge corporation.
By Mari-Louise Speirs8 years ago in Psyche
Living With Mia
I was a really happy child. I loved life and never stopped laughing... until I started high school. When I was 14, I constantly got told that I should be happy with my body because everything looked so good on me and it would be this way for a long time so I should treasure it while I had it. I didn't quite understand what that meant. I mean I did have some insecurities but when going through puberty and seeing everyone around you developing, who wouldn't have even some insecurities? I was a late bloomer, I didn't get my period until I was nearly 15, and my body wasn't developing like all of my friends.
By Lilianna Montaño8 years ago in Psyche
Food Addiction
I had been overweight my entire life, well just about. I vividly remember leaving the second-grade school year as a tiny seven-year-old girl and starting the third-grade school year as a fat kid. There was no traumatic event, no major change, I just got fat. I always loved to eat, and I guess I really committed to that love during that particular summer because I gained weight, a lot of weight, especially for a seven-year-old. I used to sneak food, grab a sleeve of saltine crackers from the kitchen cabinet and run to my room and eat the entire sleeve without my mother knowing. I’d grab anything I could find, chips, crackers, cookies, even dry cereal if there was nothing else. It wasn’t necessarily the quality of the food but the quantity. I wanted to eat as much as I possibly could and all at once. I now know this is binge eating, but as a seven-year-old I just thought I liked how food tasted. I loved the feeling of eating, I loved being overstuffed, I loved the actual act of eating food. This continued well into my teens and adulthood. I gained and lost hundreds of pounds in my life. My days were filled with either binging or starving myself until I would inevitably binge again. It was a full-blown addiction. I obsessed about food all day, I thought about what I wanted to eat, what I was going to eat and then when I finally ate it I was wracked with guilt and self-loathing. Something was wrong.
By Meranda Watley8 years ago in Psyche
Emotional Eating
Did you know eating chips can boost your serotonin levels in your brain thus making you feel happier? Yup, It’s true! I read along time ago that the crunch of chips or candy boosts the serotonin in your brain. I learned this when I was 17, and I started my journey of emotional eating. “During her research at MIT, Dr. Judith J. Wurtman, co-author of The Serotonin Power Diet, discovered why people binge on sweets or starchy carbohydrates to relieve depression, anxiety, or anger. They do it because it raises their brain serotonin levels, thus making them feel happier.” — from bebrainfit.com
By Dagny Desiree8 years ago in Psyche
Society's Version of Beauty Is Tainted
Women have grown up in a society where we are told we must look a certain way to get anywhere in life, unless we have money. Now those things are changing, but within fashion it hasn’t. We stare at billboards with beautiful women for a clothing line that is a size 2 but in reality, how many women are a size 2? Don’t get me wrong. I love looking at these women; they are beautiful, but are they the women we should be looking up to? Should we be looking to these women as body goals? These females have been genetically blessed. They may work to keep their bodies healthy but they are naturally skinny.I am a model, though I was not genetically blessed like some other models. I have to eat a certain way and do a specific workout to achieve and maintain my body. It took me four years to figure this out, and within that time I struggled with an eating disorder. I am not the first model to admit to being bulimic and I can promise you I won’t be the last. But we must start the conversation so young girls don’t end up in the places we have been.
By Ellie Micelli8 years ago in Psyche
Scarlet, Not Red
When I was younger, I thought that the greatest thing in the world was a 1989 Mini Cooper. Specifically my aunt’s 1989 Mini Cooper. She loved it more than anything in the world. The inside smelled of her—rather, smoke—and there was always nail polish in the glovebox. In the summer, we would both get in bathing suits and sandals to wash the car. She would flirt with the man that lived across the street strutting around the car in cloth that could barely be called a swimsuit, even if my uncle Bill was inside. I didn't mind though, it was her typical behavior.
By noah margaret8 years ago in Psyche
There’s a Demon on My Back
Something inside me was blunt: my eating disorder had separated me from the real world and I was living inside its perpetual bubble. My world was the echo after the firework: there, but only sort of. Not the real thing. Not reality. The muffled goings on of day-to-day life didn’t touch me if I had anorexia to play with. Akin to a drug addict, weight loss was my high. If I didn’t get my fix daily my world would crumble. I wouldn’t be able to leave my room for fear that people could ‘tell’ that I had failed. Anorexia would create looks of disgust and judgement that I now realise didn’t even exist. If I did lose weight the only thing that could possibly worry me was how to lose more by the next day. I felt like I did not have a choice.
By Meg Crawshaw8 years ago in Psyche
My Eating Disorder and Me
Experts say girls as young as 5 and 6 develop eating disorders. They worry about their figure, they pick out clothing they think looks “slimming,” they even cut down on foods they think are “fattening.” I don’t know about you, but when I was six, I was more concerned about going to the gas station with my grandpa to buy debbie pies, and whether or not my younger brother had gotten into my things. It is indescribably sad, that any girl at such a young age should ever have to worry about such things.
By stupid weenie8 years ago in Psyche
