
Growing up I was always naturally thin. I never thought much of it because that was how I looked. Throughout elementary school the other kids would pick on me and call me names and that continued up until I graduated high school. I was really active the first couple years of high school so I stayed tiny that is until I went into treatment for depression. When I was released and put on the right medication, I started to gain some weight. This was a body I was not familiar with. I did not know how to navigate with the body I was living in. On top of that my depression and anxiety were still out of control. I was leaving class because I was having panic attacks, even though I did not know that is what was happening and I had just quit color guard because my mental health was so bad I physically and mentally couldn’t preform anymore so I had lost my one source of activity and interaction with my friends. I was isolated, disconnected and this is where my battle with food started.
I was not aware that I was not eating well because it was not intentional. It was a consequence of everything else. When I went to college, I still was in this headspace that I could not get out of. It felt like I was running in place. I would get home from class and lay in bed. I was also still struggling to feed myself. I would get to a point where I was shaking so much I could barley stand and that is the point where I would eat it was never before. I did not know that that was not okay. My roommates never commented on it or sat me down to tell me they were worried so I thought it was a normal way of living. I could not concentrate, I was not sleeping, I was foggy, I was irritable, and I was hungry all of the time. I was at a healthy weight so no doctor ever questioned me and neither did my friends or family. This went on until I was 25.

I started seeing a dietitian in 2020 before I got my gallbladder removed just to understand what to expect and how to eat afterwards since I was losing an organ that really aids your digestive system. I got through my surgery and my recovery well and I was in a place where I could eat without being in pain. However, in January of 2021, I felt myself starting to slip again but this time I caught it and I went back to my dietitian. She was rightfully concerned about the lack of food I was eating. We slowly began to peel away the different layers of this problem I had been unaware of. I hated the way I looked, I was so deep into diet culture beliefs, I had toxic messages coming from my family and the content I was consuming, and overall, my relationship with food was like the Titanic. I had hit the iceberg but unbeknownst to me I was going down and there was no lifeline. I did not know that I was creating a space for myself where it was almost impossible for me to eat without feeling guilt or shame. I was pushing myself to a place of hunger that if I took two steps, I thought I was going to faint.
This year my digestive issues started again after I had Covid. Was there an actual connection between the sudden onset of symptoms I hadn’t experienced in a long time and getting Covid I am not sure but it was a coincidence. I spent April to August or September seeing doctors and getting tests and procedures done in order to get to the bottom of what was happening. At this time, I was terrified to eat so I was not consuming the amount of food I should have been. I was sticking with my safe foods and scared to eat outside of that. My relationship with my body was going downhill quickly because I was bloated and absolutely miserable every day. I could hardly look in the mirror to brush my teeth or do my hair let alone look at my outfits for the day. I was living in leggings and sweatpants since that is all I could stand to wear. My depression and anxiety went into overdrive. I was not having a good time. Eventually, my dietitian realized that the trend in all of my food logs was dairy. I am lactose intolerant. It seemed so stupid to me at the time that dairy could have been the cause of my six-month long journey but low and behold it was. I went to a new doctor who put me on the right medication and I made the necessary changes to my diet. It made a world of a difference.

I have been working on my relationship with food and my body for about a year and a half now and I can confidently say this is the most content I have ever been in my body and with food in my entire life. I no longer see food as the enemy. I no longer look in the mirror and immediately start to pick myself apart until I am ready to hide myself away. I no longer question if people are judging me for what I am eating nor am I judging myself. Obviously, I still have my days where I am not feeling my best but I do not allow that feeling to dictate whether or not I deserve to eat that day. I am still fairly new to this mindset so there are still bumps in the road where one day I may wait to long to eat but I have come to hate the feeling of being hungry instead of it being my baseline. Now when I slip, I know how to save myself without sinking to the bottom. I have changed the types on content I consume, I moved in with someone who is also in recovery, and I have embraced the practice of intuitive eating. For the first time in a long time, I am living my life to the fullest physically, mentally, and nutritionally.









