Most of you who read this blog already should know by now that I deal with an eating disorder, but it has taken me so long to come to terms with it. I have gone through denial and back-and-forth internal dialogue for so long, trying to understand my thoughts, actions, and feelings around food. It wasn’t until now that I realized that only when I admit my demons will I completely release them.
I know, I know, I have the “eating disorder” phrase all over my website and I have admitted to the eating disorder for some time now, but it has taken me months to own up to it. I began to notice how shy and tentative I was about bringing it up with friends and family. People have asked me these past few months what my book is about, and I’d start talking about how it detailed experiences in college with racing and learning about myself—always skirting around the big “eating disorder” phrase. Heck, when I first started this blog I felt mortified to post about it on my Facebook page. Seeing the phrase “eating disorder” next to my name to announce to the world what my blog would be about scared me to no end. I didn’t want to seem like I was showcasing it or trying to make people feel bad for me. But I realized recently how feeling shy and tentative about the eating disorder makes me powerless to it.