It’s Eating Disorder Awareness Week and It’s About Time I Write About Mine

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Medium is a mode of therapy for me. If there is something rather upsetting that happens in my life or a quirky situation that occurs, I write it all out on here. I’ve also written about deep, traumatic events that I went through in the past. I have an actual therapist but, damn, there’s just something about writing that I love.

So lately I’ve been hearing a nagging voice in my head asking why I haven’t written about the one thing that has impacted my life the most. The part of my life that, without a doubt, has shaped me into the woman I am today.
I don’t know why. So here I go.

I suffered from an eating disorder for the past seven years. At first, it began as restricting my food, then it became purging m food, then a short stint at trying to recover, followed by full-blown binge-eating.

To be exact, throughout those years I was formally diagnosed with Anorexia, Orthorexia, and Bulimia. Just a nice little melting pot of disordered eating wrapped up into one big waste of my early 20’s.

I’ve shared my experience on Instagram, contributed to a disordered eating art gallery, and walked with NEDA’s at their eating disorder awareness walk.
But for some reason, I haven’t mentioned it on here. I bare my struggle with…