Comfort eating isn't just greed for me. It's a compulsion to eat and eat and eat until I'm beyond full just to dull the pain of my self loathing for maybe an hour or two but then I hate myself a bit more for being so weak and that combined with knowing how revolting I am makes me want to eat more. I dont need educating about how terrible it is for me to be the size I am. I already know and I despise myself.
In moments of clarity I know that I'm a good person, kind, loving and hard working. I try to be a good friend. My kids adore me and my husband loves me.
But the comments people have made and the names I've been called by complete strangers keep me awake at night. I've been shouted at in the street, verbally abused in clubs and pubs, sniggered at in the gym. You name it. Then I read threads on here, I can't help myself because reading how disgusting people like me are is another compulsion. I read about how Im less deserving of kindness and respect because I carry excess body fat and I hate myself that little bit more. How I need educating because omg I'm massive drain on the NHS so I now avoid going to my GP almost entirely.
My fat disgusts no one more than myself.