My Story of Bulimia & Self-Loathing [The Truth Behind Women's Anger Series]
I was 15.
And I already believed I wasn’t safe in my body.
So I started controlling the only thing I thought I could: food.
I binged to comfort myself.
I purged to avoid judgment.
My relationship with food was never about hunger. It was about fear. About visibility. About the deep, cellular-level discomfort I felt just existing as a girl in this world.
My mother couldn’t help me. She was carrying her own wounds plus dealing with the biggest child in our family...my father.
So I suffered silently.
It would take years for me to understand:
What I was really starving for was self-worth.
What I was really purging was internalized shame.
Healing that part of me changed everything.
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