Anyone who knows me well knows that I battled with food and my body for years. I struggled with bulimia for over a decade, starting when I was twelve.
My eating disorder was in many ways a coping mechanism in response to trauma, but early programming around food didn’t help.
I ate to soothe myself. I ate to stuff down my feelings. And as a bulimic, I ate to feel the control I felt when I was able to reverse the process of consumption.
Though I technically recovered in my early twenties, I spent many years after that sticking to only “good” foods—which, ironically, included foods that were highly processed and/or loaded with sugar because “good,” to me, meant low- or no-fat.
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