During my recovery I have come to realize all of the stigmas that come with Eating Disorders. Many people do not recognize how difficult it is to live with an Eating Disorder. It is not all about food and exercising, it is many the thoughts or worthlessness that come with having an Eating Disorder. So I thought I would lay out a brief example of the struggles that many people face on a day to day basis.
I wake up for the first time at 2:00am, the house is quiet and for a brief moment the Voice is too. Then it starts, everyone is asleep no one would notice if you snuck in a run right now, I do my best to ignore the Voice knowing that I need to recover and going for a run in the middle of the night is not the way to do it. I get up and go to the washroom, when I return to bed I am pretty awake and I lay very still staring at my ceiling. Why don’t you start some school work? It would be good to finish that English project and you aren’t that tired anyway, I roll over knowing that I need my sleep, I repeat in my head “my health is more important that school, my health is more important than school, my health is more important than school.” The Voice doesn’t like this, I am winning I am justifying my sleep. Look how fat and lazy you are! You won’t go for a run and you won’t even sit in bed and do some homework. You won’t ever amount to anything go along like this. You will never amount to anything with this work ethic, you would be fine if you listened to me. You have no determination any more. I squeeze my eyes shut tight trying to drown out the noise in my head, until I fall back asleep.
I wake up to my alarm at 7:00, rolling over and hitting the snooze 4 times until I can actually open my eyes. I lay in bed as the thoughts pour in told you, you should have done homework last night. You would have actually gotten somewhere today, but instead you decided to be a lazy ass. Ready to go to school? See those people? They are going to be watching you judging you, waiting for you to fuck up. You will fuck up. Will you actually go to class today? Or will you just be lazy and fail? Look at the time you are already going to be late. I sit up and roll out of bed. The Voice keeps going as I get ready picking apart everything that I do.
The morning is hard because I am standing in front of a mirror for half an hour. Every minor flaw and imperfection is pointed out and magnified. Is that a pimple?!? Everyone is going to be able to see it and they will all be staring at it. Who wants to talk to a girl with a pimple? I know I wouldn’t. I listen to the Voice and I consider just faking sick so I can stay home, but if I do that I will probably miss too much in class and I’m already failing. I quickly fix my makeup it isn’t good enough and I messed up a lot but I can’t take looking at my face for much longer.
I walk over to my closet dreading the idea of getting dressed I wish it was acceptable to just wear pjs to school but it isn’t, I always have to look perfect. You can’t wear that today, it shows off your fat. you have a muffin top in those jeans and that tank shows your huge hips. You better wear a scarf with that sweater so you can hide your pimple in it during the day. I check my stomach out in the mirror before I put my top on. Look at all that fat, you are so much bigger than you were yesterday, you ate too much. Aren’t you hanging out with your boyfriend tonight? You can’t eat at all today because you are already fat enough and you don’t want him to dump your fatass. I swear its like you actually want to get fat. Are you even trying to lose weight? I quickly pull my shirt over my head so I can’t see my figure anymore. I feel even more disgusting, and all I want to do is crawl back into bed and not move.
I quickly head downstairs before my mom so I can pretend to make and eat some breakfast. This keeps the Voice at bay, he likes it when I only pretend to eat. I hear my mom coming downstairs so I start making my lunch. Good God I hope you aren’t actually going to eat all that. This is why you are so fat. Look at all that food, you better throw that out as soon as you get to school so you aren’t tempted to eat during the day. I put my lunch into my bag and say goodbye to my mom, then I head out to my bus stop. I stand in the cold waiting for my bus and I feel like crying, I feel so alone, and small, and broken. I feel a heaviness in my chest that makes it hard to breath, I close my eyes and try to picture a good day at school, its all I can do to keep from crying.
I see my bus, and my chest tightens. Oh don’t trip now you’ll look like a fool. Say hello to the bus driver unless you want him to think you are a bitch. Hurry pick a seat, but not that one that’s too close to that person. You are taking too long. How hard is it to pick a fucking seat?!? I sit down and stare at out the window. The rest of the bus ride is pretty uneventful. So is the rest of the school day, basically all the Voice tells me is how dumb and worthless I am. It tells me that I look like crap and everyone knows how useless I am, by the time first period is over I already feel like crying, but I don’t. I laugh and smile with my friends pretending like everything is okay. I had thrown out my lunch and by 3:00 I can almost feel my stomach turning over and eating its self from the inside out. Still I resist the urge to eat.
When I get home the house is empty, my mom is at work. I throw my bag on my bed and I immediately go to my mirror to check my fat levels. Look at that a little smaller than this morning, now that’s almost acceptable for your boyfriend to see you like. Still remember to suck in and don’t eat at his house. You’ll be okay trust me. I see his car in the driveway so I grab my phone and head out the door. Sitting in the car and he asks how my day was I smile and say good without thinking. He reaches over and puts his hand on my thigh I flinch and the touch. Look at how fat your thigh is. Don’t think he doesn’t notice, believe me he does. I hold back tears and swallow the lump in my throat. We get back to his house and his mom has dinner ready, I say that I’m not hungry and I ate already.
We go into his room and put movie on. I’m laying on his bed pretending to watch the movie but I’m really just listening to the Voice in my head. Just wait until he touches you and gets disgusted. He’s never going to want you. You are so disgusting and fat, he’s just horny, he’s just with you to get in your pants. He rolls over and puts his arm around me and touches my stomach with the other. I freeze he is feeling all of my fat, I close my eyes pretending to be somewhere else, anywhere else. I roll towards him and I start kissing him. He stops touching my stomach and I momentarily feel better. But then he’s touching my back and all I can think of is all my back fat. The he puts his hand on my butt and I’m reminded of everything that’s wrong with that. I know a normal person would be enjoying this, but I just can’t all I can think of are my flaws. This continues on and off until I decide its time to leave.
When I get home I say a quick hello to my mom, I tell her about the delicious dinner that I didn’t eat, and she smiles and tells me she’s proud of me. I get upstairs and I fall into my bed. The Voice doesn’t even have to say anything I already feel disgusting but of course that doesn’t matter. Well that wasn’t fun, it probably sucked for him, having to kiss you. Just wait until you are skinny, then it will be better, you will be confident and sexy. But you can’t be sexy with all those rolls. I take my makeup off with out looking in the mirror. I cover the bathroom mirror up while I take a shower so I don’t have to see myself. Look at how fat you are. I can’t wait until you are toned and skinny, just think of how happy you will be. You will be okay in a bathing suit, and you won’t have to worry about what other people think. Don’t worry you will get there. I’ve got you. I hurriedly dry myself off and get into my pjs.
I lay in bed and the failure of the day comes rushing back to me. I’m supposed to be fighting this thing and yet I didn’t eat at all today. I let the Voice win again, I am weak. I can’t even fight. I feel so hopeless and alone even with all the noise in my head. I feel so alone. I am alone. So alone. The tears that I held back all day slide from my eyes. I close my eyes and let the tears come until I fall asleep.