I found a letter from last year regarding my eating disorder, and it stirred a few thoughts.
There’s no such thing as a severe eating disorder, ALL eating disorders are living hell and the fact that a proffesional claims me to have had a ‘severe‘ eating disorder makes me mad- so what, you think others aren’t severe? No matter what your weight, what your physical conditions, eating disorders are sheer hell. You can’t go out to enjoy yourself with friends, oh no, you must instead do laps around your local neighbourhood when your parents think you are asleep, you must restrict every waking hour to minimal food, you must constantly be agonising over your body.
Now, who are you to label as ‘severe’ or ‘mild’? Have you been through it yourself? No. Then you couldn’t possibly understand.
I’m sick of the macros, I’m sick of the BMIs, I’m sick of being sick of it all.
Why is it that there’s always a competition? If we were all sicker than each other we’d all be dead, simple as.
Strength is not determined by how low your weight got or how long you went without eating, strength is determined by the courage and determination it takes to recover.
Thanks for reading.