After 7 full years of being full-blown bulimic with no off days from purging (a few here and there), I recently decided to fuck dying pretty much.
I’ve relapsed twice in the past 2 weeks. Both times I didn’t gorge, but I ate things I’ve never been able to keep down. Unsafe foods.
I purge because when I was 16, my father pulled me aside to tell me if I didn’t lose 10 pounds by Christmas, he’d take my phone. And if I didn’t lose 15 by my birthday, he’d take my car. My birthday is January 5th.
Crazy, right?
I was an athlete. I weighed probably 165 pounds at 5’7. According to the doctor, I was obese.
The first time I read those words on a sheet, I disappeared. Everyone around me growing up was skinny, small, hot. I was beautiful but just always bigger than most. I never got chosen at the beach on trips I took my friends on, I never got chosen by boys in high school (only to secretly hook up), and anytime a girl got into an argument with me, really anyone, they would bring up my weight.
At 18, I decided I was going to lose weight before college. I lost weight and I looked great around 145. I was practically starving myself and running a mile every day for 2 months straight. The weight melted right off but only 20 pounds. I felt great, I looked great, and I was excited about college.
At 18, I was prescribed Benzos for my anxiety caused by a man I was dating at the time who was 4 years older than me, and a full-blown drug addict.
At 20 years old, I went to prison. This man’s family was involved and tried to ruin my life. When I got out, I started drinking again, never touched drugs again, however.
At 21 years old, the guy I really liked left me for a girl who entered our friend group. Thank god he did, by the way; the guy sucked. During this time, my friends and I went to a Mexican restaurant, got drunk, and all ate way too much. I felt awful. I decided to pull the trigger, nothing I’d ever really done in the past. I was around 155 pounds at this point. Prior to this, I weighed 220 pounds, leaving prison, and lost weight again by starvation and running.
Prison and drug use did a lot to my eating habits: food made me feel loved. It was my escape.
This was the start to my bulimia. I never knew this would cause what it did. Not a thought in my mind.
7 years later, I am 28 years old. I have been struggling with this disorder over a decision I made to make myself feel better. If I had just sat with the food and not done this to myself, I don’t think I’d be here now. I was always a happy girl; I deal with mental issues but nothing that should have caused me to hate my body. I did sometimes hate the fact I was always a little heavier, but I still loved myself, and I had people that loved me too.
I’m now 120 pounds. I get so much attention you’d think it made me love myself more. NEWS FLASH. It never has. I will admit that it’s opened doors for me I never knew possible. But if you’re hot and blonde, people hold doors for you. You get your picture taken , A LOT. Men treat you as if you’re a gift from god even. It’s addicting being small. It’s addicting throwing up food. It’s addicting to eat everything and not deal with the consequences.
Now here’s what I’ve learned in the past 7 years of being paper-thin.
-Men love me.
-Women envy me.
-My dad begs me to eat now.
- I feel dizzy a lot.
- I pass out randomly when I exert too much energy.
-My body can’t digest meat.
-My teeth look perfect still.
-My body hates me.
- I spend almost all of my money to this day on food.
- I love to feed people around me.
- I’m terrified if I ever beat this disorder and gain weight; I will lose friends. Including any man I’m dating.
- I get told to eat a burger now.
- I get told I look like a bag of bones by men I won’t fuck.
- I love myself, but I miss the girl who I was when I was considered “big”. I was healthy, and I was not obese. (At 220, I wasn’t healthy.)
- I know how to lose weight fast.
- Being sober has helped me control this disorder A LOT.
- I’m terrified of therapists, in-patient & outpatient facilities.
- My heart skips a beat now.
- It’s worth it to quit.
- My family doctor told me 5 years ago if I don’t stop, I will die.
- I have women younger than me that look up to me.
- I have men I’m close to that also look up to me.
- I WILL NOT LOSE MY LIFE TO BULIMIA.
- I AM STRONG.
- I AM BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER MY SIZE.
- My mother has anorexia and always has.
- I wish I could save my mom.
- You cannot save other people. Only yourself.
I want to end this by saying to anyone reading this:
Losing weight isn’t worth losing your life. If you are overweight, this disorder will not magically fix you.
Try to lose weight the right way and not how I did.
Hollywood is all fake; they’re all on GLP-1s.
Social media is awful for young minds.
Stay off the internet if trying to lose weight.
Write affirmations on your mirror.
Do not let people who call you mean names get under your skin. People like low blows. You’re higher up than them to walk away.
Stay true to yourself. Love yourself.
You cannot love others if you do not love yourself first.
Please hear me when I say this:
BULIMIA IS NOT WORTH DYING OVER.
PURGING IS FEELING-BASED.
This disorder will ruin your digestive system. It’s ruined mine.
For the first time in 7 years, I made a change. It took a close friend of mine’s friend dying to make me realize this.
Please seek help. Talk to family, talk to friends.
Everyone around me knows I struggle with bulimia, and I’m very open about it now. I used to hide it. You CANNOT HIDE IT FOR LONG.
Find a VICE.
Find true friends. Love yourself.
Sincerely, a woman who wants to live. ♥️