I have struggled with my weight and body image my entire life. When I was in highschool I thought I was the hugest person alive. I was very active- I figure skated, played rugby, soccer, baseball, basketball, volleyball, and tennis- but I was disgusted with my body. I felt like no matter what I did I was never good enough. My controlling and obsessive nature, and dissatisfaction with my body, combined with some life events created the perfect combination for an eating disorder. I felt like I was losing control of my surroundings, but the one thing I COULD control was what went in and out of my body. I found it disgustingly satisfying to pretend to eat healthy, but actually starve myself daily, and stuff my face with huge binges every once in a while, followed by a purge.
I don’t know if many people knew I was bulimic…it took a long time before I confessed it to anyone and to this day have only spoken about it out loud to 3 people. The day I spoke the dirty truth to my then boyfriend I realized that my façade of control was actually me being more out of control than I could ever imagine. I knew I needed help. I needed to tell SOMEONE what I had been doing, because if I said it out loud I would have to stop.
It was SO HARD to stop binging and purging. After years of feeling like I had control (which obviously I didn’t), I felt like I had to completely let go of my preoccupation with weight, and recreate a new relationship with food. I just allowed myself to eat…and not worry about anything. Of course after starving my body for so long, it grabbed hold of everything I gave it, and I ballooned to obesity. It sucked, but I felt like even though it was unhealthy for me to be so overweight, it was better than throwing up daily.
After about a year of trying to get through each day one at a time without binging and purging, I decided that I could try and take my health back into my own hands and diet in a way that would hopefully bring me back to a healthy weight safely. I joined Weight Watchers and tried to retrain my body and teach myself how to eat to be healthy. It’s like the part of my brain that was supposed to tell me that I was hungry or full was broken and I needed to fix it.
I’ve struggled because I felt like it didn’t matter HOW HARD I would try, I would never be the size I wanted to be. I would get frustrated because I would see how other people would eat, and I would know that I was being SO CAREFUL with my diet and exercise…yet I was still the overweight one. It didn’t seem fair to me. Even though I wasn’t doing unhealthy things to my body, I felt like my mind was toxic. I couldn’t stop wanting to be like other people. I wanted their bodies. I hated my own. These days I try really hard to focus on not comparing myself to other people, and concentrate more on being the best version of myself that I can be.
Since then I have basically tried to be healthy and fit, without letting myself slip over to the “other side”. Being pregnant and gaining 50-60 pounds with each pregnancy has been extremely hard for me. Even while not pregnant eating the appropriate amount of food is something I struggle with. I find it challenging to just be ” normal” and have balance: not obsessing about it, but making healthy choices. I don’t like having chips, cookies or Nutella in the house because it’s still hard for me to stop at just one bite. I find using My Fitness Pal a helpful tool to keep my eating in check. If something really stressful happens, or I just feel out of control I get the urge again. I make a point of talking to Ian about what I’m thinking/feeling because I’m so afraid of starting up again. I think it’s like being an alcoholic. No matter how long it goes without having a binge/purge event, it only takes one time to start the vicious cycle up again.
Now that I’m a mom I want more than ever to just be BETTER. I want to be a healthy positive role model to them. It’s actually very therapeutic to try and have the outlook towards yourself that you want your children to have. A good lesson in self-love. I am constantly telling them how great they are, but I’m also trying to show that I’m pretty great too. Yes I still want to be smaller. Yes, it’s still frustrating to me that I’m as big as I am when I exercise and eat as well as I do….but I never EVER show them that side of myself. I have never used the words “diet”, “fat” or “skinny” in front of them.
In our home we talk about exercising to be strong and healthy. We talk about food as a way to feed our minds and bodies so that we can learn more and have the energy and strength to do the activities we want to. We talk about how everybody is different and beautiful, and if everyone looked the same the world would be a very boring place.
I am hyper aware of the example I am setting to the kids. The way I talk about my body now is how I want them to think about themselves. It’s a vessel, and it’s perfect in its own way. When they ask about my stretch marks and flabby tummy I don’t make a big deal about it (even though I cry a little on the inside). I explain to them that my body has been all different sizes, and growing babies inside your tummy is a magical and wonderful thing that transforms your body- even after the baby is on the outside.
Last week Harleigh said the dreaded words “I’m fat” and I panicked. It was relatively innocent, as she was talking about the fact that her dress was bunched up inside her snowpants making it bulky, but I found the whole thing so upsetting. I worry so much that my kids will grow up having the same preoccupations their mommy had.
I have no idea where those ugly words even came from, but I guess no matter how much we try to protect and build up our children we can’t control what they see and hear when they aren’t with us. I’ll just hope that as parents we have done a good enough job teaching them about the importance of healthy bodies, and helped them build strong self-esteem and positive body images. I hope that when they look in the mirror they see themselves the way I see them: beautiful.