Those with eating disorders go to the highest extent to hide their behaviors because getting caught and being forced to stop them is the most terrifying prospect ever.
My bf knows now. He tried to talk to me and I quickly changed the subject b/c I feel so embarrassed and ashamed. I am disgusted with myself and truly wish I could be someone else some days.
I could literally write a book about the roots of my eating disorder and the aggravators of it, but I think if I had had the things Mia wrote about, I would be in a lot better shape
now (mentally & emotionally).
I haven't even b/p'd in a while, and I feel empty and hopeless. I'm anxious and in the past to quell the anxiety I've binged on food, which calmed me down, and then the purge afterwards made me feel good b/c I'd "accomplished" something. It's so sick and twisted.
My trigger today was so retarded, too. (i didn't act on it though

)I was EXERCISING- pilates, to be exact, and I seemed to not be using one side of my abs very much. I was trying mentally to contract them but I found the only way I could was to literally poof out my stomach, buddha's belly style.
I've preprogrammed my brain to think of a full, and therefore extended belly = BAD.
Even though logically I know I was doing something perfectly healthy, illogically my rewired brain was causing me to salivate and stand up, bc I felt so nauseated and ill.
I have been musing about the beginnings of my ED, and although initially- at 13- it
was about losing weight, it has long since become much more than that.
I have a love/hate relationship with my body. I have been mistreated/ sexually harrassed/ sexually abused by too many men. At my last full-time job, which I loved and was wonderful & rewarding, my boss actually sexually harrassed then attempted to molest me! I had always thought he was a funny and personable guy. I had liked coming into work. After that, though, I hated going to work b/c I felt so bad about myself, and like I was just a piece of ass, not a worthwhile human being.
I find myself suspicious of any man I meet's motives. Doctors, teachers, therapists...
One time while I was tripping, I realized how much I still wished I was a little girl, and how rewarding it was too lose weight b/c it made me look like a little girl. It was feels safer.
Paradoxically, there have been binges where I thought "fuck you men! I'm getting fat and you'll never look at me again! muahahaha!"
I know I'm stuck w/my body and I shouldn't even worry about how I look b/c it's not what makes a person truly beautiful, but I sort of hate being a woman. I hate having girly bits. I hate men looking at me...
I don't always feel this way; I even posted a pic of myself in the nooodz thread. I do love myself and my body sometimes. However, lately, I have been chemically enhanced- mood-wise- when I write positive things here.
I read that anxiety is a form of fear. What am I afraid of? Not gaining weight. I fear I am an empty shell of a person and it is only a matter of time before everyone else catches on...