I have an eating disorder. This is what it looks like.
I have an eating disorder.
Binge Eating Disorder, to be exact.
It’s roots are in my childhood.
It started with being sexually molested just before starting puberty, and those things being mixed up so badly that I was afraid of growing up.
It started with my step-mother telling me I wasn’t fat yet, but I would be if I wasn’t careful.
It started with my coach telling me I could be a great swimmer if I lost ten pounds, and my innate need to be pleasing.
It started with poverty of food-scarcity proportions.