I am a recovering bulimic and have been doing my best in recent years to control my purging behaviour, which has meant that my weight has been going up and down a lot and I'm currently a lot heavier than I would really like to be. I have been trying to work on my tendency to value myself only for what I look like and focus on being good at my job, on hobbies I enjoy, and on being a good friend to people I care about. I don't pretend to be perfect but I feel like I've made a bit of progress, although I do hate looking in the mirror or seeing photos of myself.
I'm at my parents' house for Christmas, and last night my dad pointed out that I was carrying too much weight and I needed to "do something about it". I shut him down by refusing to get drawn into discussing it, but frankly the damage has been done and it's all I can think about now. I have all these horrible little voices telling me I need to throw away all the food in my cupboards when I get home and that everyone is looking at me and thinking how fat I am.
I know my dad is old-fashioned and basically thinks I've failed as a daughter because I haven't got married and had children, and I've come to terms with that. But what has particularly upset me this time is that he's been ill all Christmas and I've been making an effort to keep popping into his room with drinks and presents, and trying to cheer him up, and I've done all the little jobs that he would normally be doing over Christmas. And all he can think is "Oh, Pythian looks fat at the moment, better make sure she knows I've noticed". As if I can be kind and helpful to others, successful at work, but if I'm not thin then that all counts for nothing and I'm not good enough.
Not sure what I want people to say, really, but I'm feeling pretty dark and would like to hear from others who find it difficult to spend time with their families, and maybe ask how you've made it ok for yourself?