Just a fact: You are not your eating disorder. Your eating disorder is not you. You are separate.
All day today I have been having some struggles. Lots of negative and unhealthy thoughts involving food and exercise, crying every hour, and a range of emotions being exerted onto myself. I felt angry at God, at life. I felt hopeless and angry. Two years like this is so frustrating, and I began to cry to my older brother. He comforted me, and after I listened to some encouraging music by one of my favorite bands, Third Day, I began to wash some kale. While washing it, I began to wonder how other people would view me differently if they knew what my daily thoughts were like. I pondered it for several moments before asking my brother a simple questioned that changed my perception of life.
"Hey," I started. "If you had to describe me in one word what would it be?" "Crazy," he said very matter of factually. I laughed, replying "Okay, good one. How about three words?" His response to this was, "crazy, beautiful, and childlish."
This shocked me. in the grips of my eating disorder, he's seen me cry, throw food, scream and curse in anger at him and my mom, have anxiety attacks, hide food, interrupt peaceful family dinners because of "portion-sizing" arguments, and freak out in restaurants on his birthday. He's had to deal with the feeling of sadness he felt when he baked me a beautiful three teared cake for my birthday and I denied it and refused to eat any of it because of anorexia's voice in my head yelling at me to not eat it. He's seen me at my worst, he's dealt with my extreme mood swings and my destructive habits. He's had to stop what he's doing to check on me when my workouts are "almost done" but I said that 10 minutes ago. He's overcame so much too. And not one of his three words brought that up. Childish because of my intense, giggly and immature sense of humor that would be very inappropriate in front of the elderly folks in the world (ha-ha it's true!). Crazy because of my spontaneity and random outbursts due to PMS, and Beautiful because he just sees the real me that way. He doesn't see me as a spazzy and struggling girl with anorexia. He sees me as the girl I am meant to be; happy, strong, capable, and okay; just another human who is going through their life path. Someone who has struggles but is not the cause of the pain that they feel.
Take from this story that people do not see you as the ways your eating disorder makes you. Family and loved ones who love you unconditionally do not see the mean things you did out of anxiety during recovery... They see the little pieces of you buried deep inside your heart. They recognize the true you versus your eating disorder. They know you can beat your disorder, whether it's bulimia, anorexia, an EDNOS, or BED. They know that the anxious, cold, and distracted person who you act like is not actually the real you. They can tell and know the real you when they see it. They know you are not your eating disorder. They love the real YOU. They do not love ED. Embrace the YOU inside of yourself and set it free.
All day today I have been having some struggles. Lots of negative and unhealthy thoughts involving food and exercise, crying every hour, and a range of emotions being exerted onto myself. I felt angry at God, at life. I felt hopeless and angry. Two years like this is so frustrating, and I began to cry to my older brother. He comforted me, and after I listened to some encouraging music by one of my favorite bands, Third Day, I began to wash some kale. While washing it, I began to wonder how other people would view me differently if they knew what my daily thoughts were like. I pondered it for several moments before asking my brother a simple questioned that changed my perception of life.
"Hey," I started. "If you had to describe me in one word what would it be?" "Crazy," he said very matter of factually. I laughed, replying "Okay, good one. How about three words?" His response to this was, "crazy, beautiful, and childlish."
This shocked me. in the grips of my eating disorder, he's seen me cry, throw food, scream and curse in anger at him and my mom, have anxiety attacks, hide food, interrupt peaceful family dinners because of "portion-sizing" arguments, and freak out in restaurants on his birthday. He's had to deal with the feeling of sadness he felt when he baked me a beautiful three teared cake for my birthday and I denied it and refused to eat any of it because of anorexia's voice in my head yelling at me to not eat it. He's seen me at my worst, he's dealt with my extreme mood swings and my destructive habits. He's had to stop what he's doing to check on me when my workouts are "almost done" but I said that 10 minutes ago. He's overcame so much too. And not one of his three words brought that up. Childish because of my intense, giggly and immature sense of humor that would be very inappropriate in front of the elderly folks in the world (ha-ha it's true!). Crazy because of my spontaneity and random outbursts due to PMS, and Beautiful because he just sees the real me that way. He doesn't see me as a spazzy and struggling girl with anorexia. He sees me as the girl I am meant to be; happy, strong, capable, and okay; just another human who is going through their life path. Someone who has struggles but is not the cause of the pain that they feel.
Take from this story that people do not see you as the ways your eating disorder makes you. Family and loved ones who love you unconditionally do not see the mean things you did out of anxiety during recovery... They see the little pieces of you buried deep inside your heart. They recognize the true you versus your eating disorder. They know you can beat your disorder, whether it's bulimia, anorexia, an EDNOS, or BED. They know that the anxious, cold, and distracted person who you act like is not actually the real you. They can tell and know the real you when they see it. They know you are not your eating disorder. They love the real YOU. They do not love ED. Embrace the YOU inside of yourself and set it free.
This image represents the fact that good times are coming- the tough times will not last forever! Keep moving forwards. You don't need to know your destination- just keep taking steps in what feels like the right direction; steps towards the light, steps towards good health (both mentally/emotionally and physically!) and positive healing in all aspects of life. :)