For a long time I never thought of myself as fat, thought I was skinny, I was. In eighth grade I started gaining a lot of weight, I ate without thinking. Eating was never an issue for me, eating food never meant gaining weight. Right after COVID-19, I got social media, I was seeing things and talking to people and I realized how much I weighed. My friends and my boyfriend at the time told me I was fat, they were all skinny. I hated the way I looked in pictures with them and felt so bad about myself. This is something that I had never felt before it was new and it was scary. I didn’t realize I was doing it but, I slowly started to not eat. I would go full days without eating and I didn’t even realize it, the feeling of being hungry just went away after a while so it became much easier to not eat. I didn’t notice that I was losing weight, I still thought I was fat. Looking back now I was sick, I lost 50 pounds in a short amount of time. I had no energy for anything I would come home from school every day and nap for over three hours. With so little energy I needed to find a way to get myself through the day, so I started drinking Celsius I had one every morning. I still drink them to this day but, not for the same reason, I have the energy to make it through the day. I only drink them if I need a pick-me-up, or if I have an early shift.
During this time I had lost my relationship with food, I felt like I didn’t need it, I was fine without it. I realize now that during that time I was being abused in my relationship, I had toxic friends and I was sick. My mom was taking me to the ER or urgent care constantly. I had so much bloodwork and ultrasounds and x-rays but they never told me what was wrong with me. When I ate I was nauseous and when I didn’t I was nauseous. I had no energy, I was irritable, my hair was falling out and I barely had a period anymore. No one knew what was going on with me, I was losing so much weight, and I looked like other girls but, they were skinny to begin with, and I wasn’t.
I remember one night after my family and I were done with dinner, I went upstairs and went to the bathroom. I only went pee and then I flushed the toilet, then my parents started yelling at me from down the stairs. I didn’t know what I had done, the thought that I had gone upstairs to make myself throw up. I didn’t even know that was a thing people did. That night I got into a big fight with my parents about it, even though I never did it. I lost weight simply from not eating and drinking only Celsius.
My mental health was down the drain, I was so stressed out all the time. I’ve learned that a person’s mental health significantly impacts their appetite, and to this day I still have a hard time eating when I’m sad or stressed out.
My ex and I broke up and I dropped my toxic friends, soon after I met someone special and I became happy again. He made me feel pretty no matter what I looked like, and he still does. Since I met my now boyfriend I have gained back about 30 pounds. I’ve learned what “healthy relationship weight gain” is and I am incredibly happy. I have fixed my relationship with food, while I still associate food with weight gain I no longer see it as a bad thing. I have been at a consistent weight for about six months now, my hair has grown back in and I don’t lose it anymore, and I am happy with the way I look. It took time but, eating is a good thing
Recovering from an eating disorder is a challenging but rewarding journey. It involves more than just restoring a healthy relationship with food; it’s about rebuilding self-esteem, fixing emotional issues, and developing new coping mechanisms. Recovery is not easy and may involve challenges, but each step forward builds resilience. Patience is crucial, and so is celebrating small victories along the way. Ultimately, recovery opens the door to a more balanced and fulfilling life, free from the constraints of disordered eating patterns and unhealthy relationships with food that you once loved.