I suffer from many mental illnesses such as depression, anxiety and schizophrenia, as well as family problems and being discriminated for my sexuality, all which have helped dictate parts of my eating disorder.
"If you eat any more sweets your teeth will fall out"
"You're squeezing into those jeans, I don't think they fit anymore"
"You'll be fat if you keep on that way, you need to lose more weight"
At first I thought nothing of it, after all it was true I was eating more sweets than any normal eight year old should.I've never fit in. The popular kids always in my face mocking my looks, mocking my hairy fat legs, mocking my chubby face. I needed to lose weight and fast!
Then aged eleven my grandma died, shocking me horribly. Perhaps that triggered me, perhaps it didn't. I skipped a few meals at school, it was an output of the grief I told myself.
Then for a glorious couple of weeks I thought I had cured it! Nothing to worry about! I was eating perfectly normal!My twelfth birthday came and I was discovering more about my sexuality. So I told one of my closest friends. And it hurt. It hurt like hell.
I just needed to be thinner, just a little less food on the plate then maybe she would like me again. So that was my first introduction to an eating disorder. Anorexia nervosa was now my friend.I talked to a counsellor about the problems of depression and anxiety, concealing most of the truth. She noticed I was losing weight, I simply covered it up by saying, "The food is bad."
Soon the counsellor trash talked me behind my back. Just a little less on my plate then it'll be fine.A month or so later disaster struck. My dad was diagnosed with cancer...the person I spent most of my childhood with, the person who taught me guitar, the person who looked after me had cancer. Shock sent me into skipping all meals at school, only buying a drink and some food to chuck in the bin.
"Why did you chuck that in the bin?"
"So my parents think I've eaten something."
And my last day of year eight was filled with starvation and fear.I regained weight over the summer holidays, my dad now free of cancer.
But by then my eating disorder morphed into bulimia leading me to binge food.A new group of friends, a new year and a new person. I hoped.
The slashes on my ankles — just where I'd cut myself shaving.
The panic attacks — just me being me.
The suicidal thoughts — we all have them don't we?
The bruise, the red mark — oh I fell over...nothing to worry about.
The voices and people — I was just joking about that.
The food — I ate something at break plus the food is dreadful.
See! Everything was fine!
Except...except it wasn't. The Nutella jar would be waiting for me when I got home though. And the toilet would be as well. The first time I purged, guilt consumed me; it was horrible but it was the best.81 calories in 15 grams of Nutella I noted. 115 calories in 30 grams of breakfast cereal. Another run to the toilet to throw up. Another meal skipped.
"Have you eaten today?"
"Yeah I ate at F's"
"You haven't eaten any of your meal" I can't finish a plate of pasta. "You fat bastard stuffing your face with chocolate!" I only had one Celebration.But purging makes you gain weight I realised. And I needed to be skinnier, the girl I saw left me screaming at me that I was not skinny enough. And since then I have not seen her (not that anybody else has seen...just my schizophrenia kicking in) but I knew I needed to stop purging.
Exercise! That'll do the trick! Soon I started counting the calories I burned compared to the food I ate while still skipping meals. My weight started dropping again and I could smile once more!
"Hey T...I have bulimia...please don't hate me..."
"Don't worry I won't!"
"Thanks so much"
But that didn't last for long. Christmas presents chucked in the bin if they were food. A couple of smarties eaten and my stomach was telling me to run to the bathroom and throw up. A whole pack of smarties in the bin.T turned her back on me...I feel like I'm just a burden to her. So my binge cycle continues. Each morning I go to feed the kittens, each morning I tell my parents I've eaten. But what have I eaten? 5 grams or less of my cereal which have been burned off already from exercise.
For a couple of moments I can forget that I suffer from any of my problems. I can sit and play guitar for hours on end, just so I can forget everything and enjoy myself. I can showjump to fly above my eating disorder and leave it behind. And those couple of moments give me a chance at sanity and happiness.
So I will still count the calories, I will still binge, I will still skip meals. I still am fat and I am losing weight.
But while I'm showjumping or playing guitar I know I won't let my eating disorder control me.
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