The_Sweetest_Thing
MacPhisto's serving wench
I feel like that girl from Survivor...the deaf one, Christy, who just blurted out that she was deaf because she couldn't stand it anymore...
And so..
Sometimes I think I have an eating disorder. Sort of. There have been times, last year mainly, when I ate something and then threw it up. Ther have been full days when I've gone without food, or days when I've exercised extensively just to lose weight.
There have been days when I've eaten 2 crackers and felt guilty.
That said, I've come a looong way. I don't throw up. I don't go without eating. I try to exercise, when I can, moderately.
However, there are still some days when I'll binge-eat. A million cookies. Chocolates. And then I make myself feel terrible.
Some days I'll eat a cookie and feel guilty.
I've never told anyone this. No one, not even my parents. I think part of it stems from the fact that I used to dance, a lot, every day, in fact. Then I went off to university and gained about 10 pounds. Then I came home and lost it. But I still never feel as healthy as I did back then, the days where I could eat anything at all and not gain weight. I hate feeling like this. I know it's wrong. I know about anorexia. I had a cousin die from it. I've been around bulimic dancers and thought, "That'll never happen to me. I won't allow it." But the truth is, it CAN happen to you..to anyone. These things do happen, despite what anyone does to prevent it.
Why? I don't know. I'm thin. I am/was/still am comfortable with the way I look. Why do I put all this pressure on myself? It's not like I'm trying to look like some movie star--super Renee Zellwiger skinny. I think that's unhealthy. In fact, for the most part, I eat very healthily...fruits, veggies, little junk food. I think, in my mind, I have some superimposed ideal that I should the same as I did when I was 14 and dancing every day of the week. And I know that that is unrealistic. I'm 20 now. I'll obviously look different, for many reasons. Still, being around my super-skinny sister, or my mother, who is also quite weight crazed, I can't help feel this way...
It seems even when I talk to my friends our conversations revolve around food. We can't get away from it. As a society, what are we doing to ourselves? Why is a size-4 considered huge? Why when I walk down the street and see girls who are a size 0 do I envy them, yet at the same time think, "That looks unhealthy...they need some weight on them?"
I'm sorry if this is in the wrong spot. I considered putting it in my journal, but somehow, it seemed a little more appropriate in a confessional, despite the fact that most confessions here are quite lighthearted.
And so..
Sometimes I think I have an eating disorder. Sort of. There have been times, last year mainly, when I ate something and then threw it up. Ther have been full days when I've gone without food, or days when I've exercised extensively just to lose weight.
There have been days when I've eaten 2 crackers and felt guilty.
That said, I've come a looong way. I don't throw up. I don't go without eating. I try to exercise, when I can, moderately.
However, there are still some days when I'll binge-eat. A million cookies. Chocolates. And then I make myself feel terrible.
Some days I'll eat a cookie and feel guilty.
I've never told anyone this. No one, not even my parents. I think part of it stems from the fact that I used to dance, a lot, every day, in fact. Then I went off to university and gained about 10 pounds. Then I came home and lost it. But I still never feel as healthy as I did back then, the days where I could eat anything at all and not gain weight. I hate feeling like this. I know it's wrong. I know about anorexia. I had a cousin die from it. I've been around bulimic dancers and thought, "That'll never happen to me. I won't allow it." But the truth is, it CAN happen to you..to anyone. These things do happen, despite what anyone does to prevent it.
Why? I don't know. I'm thin. I am/was/still am comfortable with the way I look. Why do I put all this pressure on myself? It's not like I'm trying to look like some movie star--super Renee Zellwiger skinny. I think that's unhealthy. In fact, for the most part, I eat very healthily...fruits, veggies, little junk food. I think, in my mind, I have some superimposed ideal that I should the same as I did when I was 14 and dancing every day of the week. And I know that that is unrealistic. I'm 20 now. I'll obviously look different, for many reasons. Still, being around my super-skinny sister, or my mother, who is also quite weight crazed, I can't help feel this way...
It seems even when I talk to my friends our conversations revolve around food. We can't get away from it. As a society, what are we doing to ourselves? Why is a size-4 considered huge? Why when I walk down the street and see girls who are a size 0 do I envy them, yet at the same time think, "That looks unhealthy...they need some weight on them?"
I'm sorry if this is in the wrong spot. I considered putting it in my journal, but somehow, it seemed a little more appropriate in a confessional, despite the fact that most confessions here are quite lighthearted.
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