eating disorder recovery

I’m in recovery from anorexia. I’m also learning how to have sex again. The two have more in common than you think.

Two months after my chronic illness diagnosis, we got engaged. He has always nailed the “in health” portion of our future marriage vows.

“Do you have problems eating in front of people?” my date said. When my restrictive anorexia is bad, I tend to limit food consumption.

The main argument against having more open conversations about anorexia is that one person’s recovery memoir is another girl’s manual.

I will not be posting any victory selfies after races until I'm willing to tell the full story about my running and how I use it to aid and abet my disordered eating.

And so I slid the scale to the back of my closet, started freely eating doughnuts when I craved doughnuts, and simply donated the jeans that stopped fitting instead of holding out hope for them.

And so I slid the scale to the back of my closet, started freely eating doughnuts when I craved doughnuts, and simply donated the jeans that stopped fitting instead of holding out hope for them.

I would wonder if others saw me as “super healthy” or as a “fit chick” — or if they had those thoughts at all. I was constantly consumed with every minute detail of my lifestyle, wondering if it was going to take me closer or further away from my ideal body.