We Must Be Brave – guest post

Hi everyone! Below is a guest post written for you all by my wonderful friend, Charlotte. I asked Charlotte to share her story with us because it’s always important to recognize that EDs/DE can come in all shapes and sizes (literally and figuratively).

Most people who have EDs don’t meet the exact criteria for AN or BN, so a lot of people are diagnosed with OSFED (other specified feeding and eating disorder). Charlotte’s post is meant to show that people find their way to ED/DE behaviors in a variety of different ways, but one thing remains the same: the terrible feeling of not being “good” enough. Enjoy!

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I was nine the first time I realized there might be something “wrong” with my body. My mother and I were in my bedroom and I was handing a pair of her jeans back to her;

“They don’t fit,” I told her. Already I was frustrated that she had made me try them on. She knew I hated jeans, they were never comfortable. And now I was even more frustrated that they hadn’t fit. She took them back from me, her face falling.

“Are you sure?” She asked me frowning, “Maybe you could just try one more time.” I shook my head.

“I don’t want to.”

“Please honey. Just try them on over your leggings,” she pleaded with me. I couldn’t understand why it was so important to her. But I took them back and tried them on.

“You’re so close!” she exclaimed. “They almost fit, maybe if you just– breathe all the way out for me.” I did as she asked, making my stomach as flat as possible and pulling at the too tight pants. They didn’t move. She sighed, clearly very disappointed. Had I done something wrong?

“Well, maybe next year.” She took the jeans back and left my room.

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This encounter was my personal introduction to the societal belief that there is a right and a wrong way to have a body. Because of a rare insulin disorder I had in my childhood, I had always been in a bigger body. However up until this moment, this had always existed as merely a fact, rather than the moral condemnation it became. From then on I would start to think a lot about my body. I began to notice how I was different from the other kids, I was bigger, slower. Soon gym class became my own personal nightmare. This was the second time I learned that there was something wrong with my body. I learned there was something wrong with me. So at ten years old when my mother suggested I go on a diet, I jumped at the opportunity.Image result for your weight does not determine if you have an eating disorder

Because of my disorder, there had always been a lot of rules in my house about food. I was told repeatedly that there were “good foods” like broccoli, carrots, and eggs, and “bad foods” like juice, bread, and birthday cake. My parents were very strict about what and how much I ate. This is when I learned shame. I began to experience shame every time I ate more than what was given to me. Food became a secret. I would sneak food at night, or when my parents weren’t looking. I had already bought into diet culture before I was even old enough to understand what it was.

What you must understand is that my mother was in no way trying to hurt me. If anything she was trying to protect me; both from my peers and my body. She had completely bought into diet culture. We are taught that in order to be healthy we have to limit or eradicate “bad foods,” and confine ourselves to “good foods.” This is one of the hardest things about diet culture; even while we are hurting our bodies and our minds, we believe with everything we have that we are helping ourselves. It is as if society has built us a prison that we willingly walk into, close the door and happily turn the key. All in the name of  fixing ourselves.

The first diet I went on, like most “crash diets,” cut out all carbs and all sugars. The rules I had already learned were reinforced and expanded. Now, there were fruits that were bad, certain ways to cook that were better for you. Because I was ten, and because I was human, I would sometimes sneak sweets. But with these new rules came a more intense shame. An unbearable shame. I wanted my body to be different. I was told that being thinner was in my control. That being thinner would make me normal. This is when I learned to hate my body. When I did lose some weight on that diet, I remember how proud everyone was of me. Instead of being something wrong, I had done something right.

My diet ended with a trauma. The two were unrelated, but my coping skills were not.

My life had become unstable and food became my only constant. I began to binge eat every day after school because it quieted my emotions. And for those moments I had control over how I was feeling; I could make myself feel better by eating. So I ate and ate and ate. But the shame I had already developed around food followed me. I would only eat alone, and I ate until it hurt. My self image plummeted. This is when I learned to hate myself.

Binge eating is a disorder that is as built into our culture as dieting. No romantic comedy is complete without the scene of the broken hearted girl eating ice cream to cope with her sadness. We are taught to use food to handle our feelings. We are also taught to deprive ourselves which makes us want to indulge, we want to binge. Those who struggle with binge eating disorders are thought to lack will power, or be lazy. However, just like other eating disorders, binge eating is a compulsion. And a mechanism to feel in control.

This period of binge eating lasted until I was 14. One day my dad caught me crying in front of a mirror. I explained I was upset because I hated the way I looked. I wanted to be beautiful, I wanted other people to think I was beautiful.Image result for your weight does not determine if you have an eating disorder

I am going to pause the story here to address something that I don’t think is talked about enough. I have always been ‘bigger.’ Even at my thinnest I was still what society could consider to be a ‘bigger girl.’ As I have discussed, I was taught that this was wrong. I internalized it. When I looked in the mirror I considered myself to be ugly because I was “overweight.”  But what many people overlook is that, not only was society telling me that my body was wrong, it was telling everyone around me that my body was wrong.

Bigger girls are seen as less beautiful. We aren’t treated the same as our thinner friends. We are asked out less, pitied in retail stores. We pay more for clothing, are told to wear more makeup, and are expected to be eternally grateful every time we receive romantic attention. We get comments like “you’re so pretty for a girl your size,” and “are you sure you want to eat that?” This means that on the journey to self acceptance, not only are we battling with the internal voice telling us we aren’t beautiful, we are also fighting the external forces confirming that we aren’t. It adds a whole other layer to the process that needs to be addressed. Because when I was crying in front of that mirror, not only did I not think of myself as being beautiful, my own father didn’t see me as beautiful either. Which explains what he did next.

My father suggested I go on a diet, and offered to start going to the gym with me. He really believed he was being supportive. And he was helping, in the only way he knew how. He told me that if I did these things I would feel better. And I believed him. I agreed, and we began to go to the gym almost everyday before school. I cut out sugar and carbs, and became very careful about how much I ate. For the first time in a long time, I felt in control. 

Around this time in my life I was also diagnosed with depression and anxiety. I was overwhelmed by the emotions I was experiencing, and used the gym and eating, or not eating, as a way to cope. It became the only thing in my life I could really control. And I really did believe that if I lost weight, I would become beautiful, and I would finally be happy. I slowly started to cut out more meals and then began to eat once a day, after school, in my room where no one could see me. If I was forced to eat at a party or the holidays I would purge, because someone told me that if you really wanted to lose weight that was thing to do. And I did lose a lot of weight. But the thing about losing weight when you are considered overweight, is that no one notices or cares if you’re being dangerously unhealthy about it.

One of my most vivid memories from that time took place in an Express dressing room. I came out wearing a size six pair of jeans, and I don’t think I had ever seen my mother that proud of me. She was practically crying.  Everyone around me was so happy for me. I was hurting my body, and everyone was really, really happy.

My weight would go up and down the rest of high school. I would go through binging, restricting and purging (which classifies me as having an eating disorder not otherwise specified), but I would always return to chasing that feeling. And it was never enough. No matter how much weight I lost,  I was never really happy with my body, because I was never really happy with myself.

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I am 22 now, heavier than before, and I am a lot happier now than I ever was then. I have done a lot of work around body image, mental health, and self acceptance. I am rebuilding my relationship with my body and with food, because foods aren’t heroes or villains; they are just foods. This is not to say it has been easy. I am in recovery from an eating disorder and, like everyone, I have my good days and my bad days.

Looking back, there are many things I wish I could  tell my little self. But the one I think is most important is I wish I had been told that there is no wrong way to have a body. However your body comes out as, is exactly what it is supposed to be. So I guess that is what I will leave you all with. There is no wrong way to have a body. Your body is beautiful just as it is, and it is okay to love it just the way it is.

It takes a lot of courage to combat your inner voice and those external forces that are all telling you you aren’t enough. But in order to have something you have never had, you must do something you have never done. So, we must be brave.

Charlotte holds a degree in counseling and loves spending time outside. She can be found on instagram at @charlotteagain. 

2 thoughts on “We Must Be Brave – guest post

  1. recoveryetc says:

    I can relate to this so much. This is so telling of the shit diet culture can do. It is so vicious and everyone is absorbed in it. I’ve felt the message that something is wrong with me and the shame linked with it since I was a child, like you have. Thank you for sharing this; it’s really powerful!

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  2. Dan says:

    This is a powerful message from someone with the life experience qualified to share it. Bravo, Charlotte!!
    I’m sure anyone struggling with body image issues would benefit from your insights. Keep up the good work!!

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