I've battled eating disorders from the age of 11/12. I'm 39 now and for around 7 years those old ways have slowly disappeared. I've inevitably gained weight, particularly in the last 4 years. I've been burying my head in the sand although last week I had a bad couple of days. I made myself sick 3 times in those 2 days. I've been wobbling, wanting to make a plan to lose weight and clueless with how to start.
Last weekend a woman asked me when I'm due. I didn't understand what she was saying but when it clicked I wanted to die or at least slice off this hideous belly of mine. The worst part was that someone else (who may have been trying to help) announced it to everyone else. I don't know how I managed to hold the tears back. I couldn't leave. It's days later and I can't get it out of my mind. I keep seeing this disgusting "pregnant" belly and I want to hide and starve until its gone.
I've never gone "public" with my eating problems. I've got nobody to talk to. People will just think I'm overreacting to some flippant comment.