Need to vent and share.
As a teenager while living in my abusive home I gave up eating and went down to 6 stone. While hospitalised with a panic attack I was kept in as they noticed my low weight and I was in for two weeks while they got me to gain some weight.
In my mid twenties I lost a stone while avoiding cheese and pasta (my fave!) and my mum was very congratulatory and it felt nice to be wearing little denim shorts etc.
However as soon as I reverted to eating the foods I really like I went up in weight again.
While on antipsychotics in my late 20s I gained weight up to size 16 and not only did I feel gross but my mum seemed to feel sorry for me and helped me lose the weight by following her diet plan which was basically teeny tiny little portions of food while left me feeling light headed.
I felt great but became obsessed with my weight and have berated myself ever since for not being able to stick to that. My mum was telli people that I’d ‘got my legs back’ and suchlike which was embarrassing as I didn’t want my weight talked about with other people.
My sister is also an ex-anorexic as is my mother and they would always much comments about people’s weight.
They are not in my life anymore but I’m so messed up about food.
I’m terrified to eat the foods I really like and crave.
So I do eat them but I’m 10 stone 4 at 5 foot 5. If I don’t eat the foods I like then I feel deprived and pissed off. If I do then I feel guilty, despite also eating lots of healthy veg and fruit.
I feel so fat and hideous and distressed.