The Story I Never Thought I Would Write: My Experience with Anorexia

I thought that eating disorders were for movie stars.

Or celebrities.

Or ice skaters.

Or track stars.

But not me.

I knew that I had a problem, I just wasn’t quite sure how to give a voice to what I was feeling. In the winter of 2015, I became one of the girls I never thought I would be.

I enjoyed food quite a bit as a child. No food was off limits, & I grew up enjoying most foods in moderation, freely eating snacks and desserts as I desired to. I was an intuitive eater. I ate when I was hungry, stopped when I was full, and food’s purpose in my life was to give me energy and enjoyment. There were no thoughts about how the food I ate was going to affect my physical appearance, & there was no reason to change anything about my diet. I was young, happy, & healthy.

I first became interested in dieting when I was diagnosed with irritable bowel syndrome in high school. After a few years of irregular and unexplainable stomach discomfort, I was relieved to receive a diagnosis that I thought would be easy to treat. I was told to eat an adequate amount of fruits and vegetables, drink water, and manage my stress. I took this advice to heart, and tried to eat as healthy as possible at every meal in order to relieve my stomach pain. I desperately just wanted someone to tell me what to eat and to give me a perfect diet plan, as if there is such a thing. I tried every diet in the book: gluten-free, dairy-free, paleo, vegan, cleansing, and everything in between. These diets only exacerbated my IBS symptoms. My doctors and I didn’t realize that my stomach pain was closely related to my anxiety, & I ended up fearing and avoiding many foods that didn’t actually cause me to become ill. 

There isn’t a clear line when a person crosses over from disordered eating to an eating disorder, however I do know that I crossed that line at some point during my junior year of college. Many professionals within the ED community refer to this transition as the “perfect storm”, the point in a person’s life where all of his or her biological, psychological, and social factors come together to trigger an eating disorder. In addition to adhering to a very restrictive diet, I was also working early morning shifts as a dietary aide at a nursing home and worked out consistently throughout the week. 

I lost interest in the things that mattered most to me, and as a result I began to fixate on the only thing that I could seem to control: my physical appearance. I became obsessed with counting calories, weighing myself, and working out. Although I wasn’t intentionally trying to lose weight in the beginning, I told myself that if my physical health was declining that I might as well have been “skinny” while it was happening. I didn’t think there would ever be a point to where I was too skinny.

Skinny is celebrated.

Skinny is loved.

Skinny is healthy.

Skinny is good.

My genetic gun was loaded, & the trigger was pulled when my body could no longer handle the anxiety, chronic stress, & lack of nourishment. This was my perfect storm.

Anorexia took a hold on my life like nothing ever had before. Although eating disorders are psychological disorders at the root, malnourishment & medical complications are often consequences of eating disorders because of the nutritional component (or lack there of).

I didn’t have a menstrual cycle for almost 2 years.

My resting heart rate was too low. 

I began to experience insomnia at nights & lost the ability to sleep in peace.

I was unable to concentrate, feel, love, laugh, and function in daily life.

I wanted to eat but it was so painful, both physically and emotionally.

I started having mini-panic attacks before I had to eat & often experienced stomach pain when eating because my stomach wasn’t used to having a normal amount of food in it.

I didn’t think that a low body weight would affect me the way it did. I believed the lie that I would be happier and more loved if I weighed a certain amount and looked a certain way.

I barely made it through school that semester.

As I previously mentioned, I knew that I had a problem but I didn’t know how to give it a voice it… I thought I had an eating disorder but I wanted others to understand; I wanted them to know that I wasn’t looking for attention and that I wasn’t acting the way that I was on purpose. I didn’t understand what was wrong with me, and I didn’t think that anyone else did either. I wanted help but I wanted it to be simple and easy. I didn’t want others to see my weakness. I didn’t want to be the latest topic of conversation. I didn’t want people to approach me about my weight or diet or exercise (doing that would force me to face my problems head on and not hide behind my eating disorder). I didn’t realize how complex and multi-layered that my eating disorder really was. After having a few emotional breakdowns each week, it didn’t take me too long to call my mom and tell her that I thought I had an eating disorder.

By the time I sought help, I was a few pounds & a couple emotional breakdowns away from being sent to residential treatment. The average individual takes 2 to 10 years to recover fully from their eating disorder, and some never recover. 

Recovery for me was often filled with emotional breakdowns, sleepless nights, stomach aches, anxiety, and loneliness. The weight restoration process was very difficult. It seemed like my stomach was always hurting, either from not eating enough that day, eating too much at one meal, binge-eating, or simply because my GI system was adjusting to all of the new changes that I was making. I often found myself caught in restriction/binge-eating cycles. I was forced to confront my anxiety and depression head on rather than by using eating disorder behaviors to numb myself to what I was feeling. A good majority of my friends had no idea what to say to me or how to help, so I ended up spending a lot of time alone or with my family.

Despite these things, recovery has also been one of the most beautiful journeys to walk through.

There is freedom that comes with discovering who you are apart from your eating disorder.

When you start to heal, you begin to appreciate life with humility and gratitude. I have learned healthy ways to cope with my emotions rather than acting in a way that hurts my body. It has been a hard journey, but it’s worth it…recovery always is.

Right now I am in a much better place due to my recovery team, my husband, family, friends, and my relationship with God. They have been my rock this past year or so and I can’t thank them enough for what they have done for me. It’s not being too dramatic to say that they have all saved my life.

I really was going to wait to share this part of my story. I really didn’t think I would start to dive into this piece of my brokenness until I was “a little less broken”, until I was fully recovered. The Lord has laid it on my heart to share the darkest moments in my life in order that his light may shine through me. I could easily have waited until I had many years of recovery under my belt, but I don’t think God wanted me to wait. Anorexia has the highest mortality rate of any mental illness. Around half of these are due to physiological complications, & the other half are due to suicide. The suicide rate really doesn’t surprise me because I know what it’s like to wake up and not want to live because life is too hard.

I couldn’t wait to share this part of my story because I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to speak life, hope, truth, & and healing into other people’s lives. The Lord has + will continue to deliver me from so much, and I know that he can + will do that for anyone who surrenders their life to him.

If you are reading this today & feel like you have an unhealthy relationship with food, I encourage you to seek help. I am a strong believer in early intervention, and I truly believe if I had sought help from a treatment team during my early stages of disordered eating that I wouldn’t have made the transition into a clinically diagnosable eating disorder. Do not listen to the lie in your head that you aren’t sick enough to get help, or that you would be overreacting to seek help. Individuals of all weights, genders, ages, races, nationalities, and socioeconomic statuses suffer from eating disorders. Unfortunately, many individuals don’t seek help until they are at rock bottom, which is a much harder place to start recovery in.

If you are reading this today & you are currently going through the recovery process, don’t lose heart. I know what it is like to be in your position. I know how easy it is to feel trapped, enslaved, and often without hope. Don’t believe the lie that you won’t recover. A countless number of people have gone before you and recovered in a way that they are able to live their lives in peace. Recovery isn’t impossible, it’s just one of those things in life that takes a lot of patience, diligence, and perseverance to overcome. If I can do it, you can do it too.



  1. Amazing. I was diagnosed with bulimia nervosa four or five years ago and I just wanted to tell you from someone who has recovered to keep your head up!! Just followed and looking forward to more of your posts. The road to recovery is a long one but everyone gets there eventually. Just keep that hope alive in your heart love. Make sure to check out my blog too! I write about my eating disorder to help other people who are fighting to recovery. It might be of help.

  2. Thank you for being so vulnerable. I was never officially diagnosed with an eating disorder, but I definitely am on the spectrum of disordered eating. I know way too much about diets than anyone should ever know, I have exercised compulsively after or before eating or both times, and I have “fasted” before weigh-ins to make the number be smaller. I have binged and purged, but this isn’t who I am. I agree with not letting it define you, nor anxiety, nor depression.


    1. Hi Jennifer. Thank you so much for your kind words. I am a strong believer that anyone who has a relationship with food that is disrupting his or her life deserves help. My dietician never “officially” diagnosed me, & she didn’t tell me what eating disorder I was recovering from until months into recovery after my persistent questions. Even before my bout of anorexia I struggled with emotional and binge eating. NEDA has some great resources. Also, many of my posts are focused on recovery & I want to encourage you to visit my site and check out some of my posts, you may find them helpful. Lastly, the books “Life without ED”, “Goodbye ED, Hello me,” and “8 keys to recovery have all been really helpful books in my recovery. Best wishes to you for a happier & healthier 2017!

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