I’m not sharing this story so you can look at me and say “wow, she used to be that unhealthy?” nor am I looking for a sympathetic hug or a congratulatory pat on the back.
I’m sharing this in the hopes that it might reach someone who is going through something similar. I wish that I had known that I wasn’t alone, as it might have helped me turn down the volume earlier.
I’m sharing this because maybe as you are reading this you are thinking of someone who is struggling with a similar issue. I want to shed some light on the fact that it is not something that your friend or family member can “snap out of” and by telling them to “just eat” you are driving them deeper into the lie that is quickly becoming their life. They may not be ready to accept help. They may push you away and you may lose them as a friend if you approach them about their issue. They may lose everything if you don’t.
I want to assure those who are suffering as well as those who are watching someone suffer that it can get better. It will get better. It will never go away, but it will force you to become stronger than you have ever imagined. Looking back, the cliché that whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger holds so true to life. Anorexia almost took my life, but almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. Instead, in the end, anorexia made me who I am today, and I am thankful.