You’d think that during these years of hating my body, I would have tried to stop eating. Nope. If it ever even occurred to me until a few years ago when I did stop eating for a month. But more on that later.
During high school, amazingly, I didn’t develop an eating disorder. I never binged or purged. I didn’t try a carrot-only diet. I tried Slim-Fast. I liked them so much, I wanted a shake with every meal. Ba-dum-bum
No, controlling my food was not fun and not worth it. I liked to eat and always ate just a little more than I really should have.
See? No eating disorder. No medical problem. Not obese. No dramatic story of being teased mercilessly. No lonely weekend nights with nothing to do. No halt of daily life activities.
This sin of self-focus simply creeped quietly into my daily life, allowing me to brush it off as “nothing” while it consumed hours and hours of my thoughts.
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