I’ve been bulimic since I was 14 (21 years), it’s getting pretty tiresome now.
I spent my childhood being overweight, I’m from the AOL homepage generation and pro anorexia sites weren't shut down yet. It didn’t make me bulimic but having it there to search for and read definitely spurred me on. I spent years on those things.
I got to a stage where I didn’t make myself sick for 3 years, I was strict with food and I exercised just enough. I was never happy though, always thought I could be thinner... I was a size 6-8 and always thought I was the fattest person in any room. I can’t really make anyone understand what an eating disorder is like but that’s how it is. Logically you know you’re not seriously overweight but that is how you think and that is what you see..is a bit all consuming.
My best friend is a size 18-20, she is beautiful, she is fierce, she is brilliant and she is the best person in this world... so why am I equating fat with ugly?
It’s out of control just now. After a binge I just think, why? Why do I do this? What can’t I stop? I sometimes cry on the way up the stairs to make myself sick.
I can’t stop. I’ve just had a glass of wine and about 1/4 of DS left over pizza and I’m willing myself not to throw up. I can’t think of anything else but going to make myself sick. How do I embrace the feeling of fullness? How did you stop yourself? What can I do?