Archive for the 'Anorexia' Category

30
Jun

beauty is in the soul, not in the skin

It’s strange that if you take a step back from the TV, you can see that women are marketed to in the same way with everything - you are not enough as you are, but buy our product and you will be. Every fucking magazine is full of gossip, diets, stories of dramatic weight loss and things that have happened in relationships. It grows women up with a false and superficial view of beauty they know subconciously is just wrong, as what is on the surface quickly disappears.

So you make your hair shiny with a nice style, stop eating properly, wear the season’s clothes, slap on a tonne of make-up, shave your legs, whiten your teeth, put on the fake tan, pull in your stomach, set up a cleavage or a short skirt, and act like a WAG. That’s supposed to be the commonly accepted idea of beauty? FUCK THAT.

So i thought it useful to take a look at where beauty comes from, according to some of the widely acknowledged beautiful women of the world. You’ll see they all share something in common, and it’s an appreciation that beauty is radiated outwards from within.

“The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express.”

Sir Francis Bacon

What makes a girl gorgeous is more than her appearance, size and shape. Her personality is her true source of beauty.

“It’s beauty that captures your attention; personality which captures your heart.”

Unknown

“Some beautiful things are more impressive when left imperfect than when too highly finished.”

La Rochefoucauld

This quotation about beauty and personality supports the idea that imperfection can make a woman more attractive – which has been proven by research.

“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a like from within.”

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

“Charm…it’s sort of a bloom on a woman. If you have it, you don’t need to have anything else; and if you don’t have it, it doesn’t much matter what else you have.”

J.M Barrie

Part of being charming is making others feel accepted, loved, and respected. Charm is a true source of beauty.

“There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.”

Sophia Loren

“It has been said that a pretty face is a passport. But it’s not, it’s a visa, and it runs out fast.”

Julie Burchill

Your appearance isn’t a true source of beauty, because it inevitably changes and fades.

“A better self-image doesn’t pay the rent or cook supper or prevent nuclear war. Feeling better about ourselves doesn’t change the world by itself, but it can give us energy to do what we want and to work for change.”

Our Bodies, Ourselves for the New Century

A great self-image not only makes a girl gorgeous, it energizes her to follow her dreams and passions.

“Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical.”

Sophia Loren

Feeling good about yourself is the connection between beauty and self-image. The more comfortable you are in your own skin, the more beautiful you are.

“Self-esteem isn’t everything; it’s just that there’s nothing without it.”

Gloria Steinem

“Why hope to live a long life if we’re only going to fill it with self-absorption, body maintenance, and image repair? When we die, do we want people to exclaim, ‘She looked ten years younger,’ or do we want them to say, ‘She lived a great life!’ ”

Unknown

A beautiful woman doesn’t have to choose between living a great life and looking ten years younger – but living a great life can lead to looking ten years younger. Now, that’s beautiful.

Or of course, for some it may look like this:

16
Apr

looking on the world with new eyes

Today has been one of those days where i’ve felt the world change. I’m a mixture of euphoric and devastated. The rollercoaster that drives my life never lets up.

First off though, i really don’t get how anorexic girls starve themselves of food. I haven’t eaten for about 3 days but i’m getting there. I couldn’t believe how bad i felt this morning. I didn’t have any energy whatsoever, my arms were as heavy as they get and i just wanted to sleep. My legs have been wobbly, i’ve been dizzy, i haven’t been able to concentrate and i have just been all over the place. Unbelievable. I need choc fudge cake, and lots of it.

My sis is so incredibly wise. I am stunned each time i look at her at how she really has become the most amazing woman. We were having one of our late-night drinks a while back and she was explaining about how she loved the film “Evan Almighty”, particularly one scene. It went something like “if you prayed for faith, what would the Father do? Would He just hand it over to you on a plate, or would He put you in a situation where you needed it?

And that was one of the wisest things i have ever heard. I prayed to be a better person, and here i am in a situation where i need to be a better person. I’ve learnt that after immediate healing, it’s time for a partnership with the Father to accomplish the things you are going to do. I think it’s one of the most common misunderstandings when it comes to Him too. If you pray to find faith, you will be put in a position where you have the free choice to develop it. As i say in the intro to my book, when it looks like the world is falling apart once you’ve cried out to Him, He’s desperately clearing a path for you to find Him as soon as you possibly can. It’s not punishment, it’s “i’m here, come to me.”

When you know someone you love is suffering you just instantly want to reach out to them, hold them, fight for them, shelter them and tell them how much you love them. Letting them go is fighting your natural instinct, and fuck me, it’s really hard. All i want to do is throw my arms around Kel and spill out every bit of love i have in me. You want to DO something. You want to take action somehow to fix the situation. In my case i want to research everything i can to help her understand what’s going on. But i also know i’m one of the sources of pain, it’s not my battle and i can only really help by leaving her alone. I guess that’s what Debs meant by putting someone else above yourself. Being a selfish prick, this is alien to me.

I was writing to Kel last night and told her i was going to pray my heart out for her today, and as i was writing i really couldn’t finish the sentence because tears were streaming down my face. I was trying to write that even if were weak and useless, my Father isn’t. It was my way of saying that i can’t do anything, and i know the things i have done. I felt the most terrible shame and said that my Father would answer because He knows of the good side of me and that the intentions behind it were pure. If she didn’t know the depth of love of love i have for her in my heart and how desperately sad i feel for her, He does, so that would mean He would honour it for that reason. He could strike off my idiocy.

It was then that i sat there and just asked myself what i was feeling. Is it heartbreak? Sadness? No.
Guilt. Terrible, overwhelming guilt.

Now that may come as strange to you, but i’ve never really felt guilt before. No, really. It was so absent when i was younger that i had a psychopath test. I was nothing of the kind but had just shut down and gone numb from depression to survive. I’ve shut out guilt for years but i really couldn’t this time. My god it’s awful. I have no idea how people survive when that guilt is unnecessary and unfounded.

I was just saying “Father, i have let her down. I have let you down.” And i realised by hurting like i did, i had let her down in the time she needed it most. I was asking myself why on earth i behave like that. Guilt is the most paralysing and terrible of emotions, but it is right that i should feel it. It is just. It is not pointless or unwarranted. It’s important i feel it because i have done something wrong and hurt someone. Guilt is me recognising the hurt and the damage i have caused. I didn’t enjoy it one bit. I am literally obsessed with not letting people down and people not letting me down, so it was like a massive betrayal of the values i hold so dear to me. I failed myself.

The honest truth is i have no idea what to do. I don’t know how to do just nothing at all. I’m useful at accepting my own powerlessness. I’m trying to explain to myself that doing nothing is doing something, but it’s not going too well.

I find that for me, i feel better about things once i understand what’s going on, so i just go crazy and try to learn everything i can about the problem. If someone i know is suffering i try to give them as much information as i can too so they will be understand what’s going on and feel better. It’s a way of showing how much i care but inevitably gets misunderstood that i’m trying to play psychiatrist/saviour. I’m a man of reason and if something doesn’t work out in my head, it gently resolves itself automatically. Perhaps innocence on my part as i’ve come to learn so many things are due to the heart, so when i sit there looking confused and sad that the paperwork has been thrown back in my face, i feel like that care and effort has been thrown back in my face too.

I asked Marcos how he loved my sis when she pushed him away and how he was there for her even during the hardest moments. If you haven’t met my Chilean future brother-in-law, the only way i can describe him is “Christ-like” for his incredible integrity of character, gentleness of strength and infinite patience. I just don’t have the strength to be like him and love during the dark hours. He lost his temper, walked out and did some stupid things too, but he just felt in his heart of hearts that he and my sis were meant to be. She ripped him to bits, rejected him completely, threw all her anger at him but he just “walked next to her” as her rock. He showed her that a man would stick around just for her; for who she was as a person. My sis couldn’t have it said to her, as all men promised with their words. Marcos showed her without words. I can’t explain how much i respect him for that.

He’s a modest man but so much stronger and wiser than me – i just sit there bewildered in total embarassment at how he is so temperate and how much he loves my sister. It’s a bit like a cave man peering in through the window of a Starbucks, scratching his head and wondering what the hell he’s looking at. To be a good father and a good man as he is to my nephew is partly due to “upbringing” so he says. His dad was a Chilean revolutionary, so he’s certainly no pushover.

I’ve got it so wrong.

I am a warrior by nature. My idea of subtlety is a stealth bomber rather than a nuclear warhead. Unbending, brutal and uncompromising strength and force. I was built to lead a nation into war. Battle-hardened and ready to get any amount of blood on my hands so the mission succeeded. It’s taken so much damage to come to see that it’s only 50% of the equation.

Something has always haunted me and i have never been able to isolate it. I have always had this massive and immense fear that consumes me when i sense someone i love is pulling away from me. After a split it is just unbelievable terror. A totally irrational and paralysing terror. I couldn’t even really tell you what it is that i’m afraid of – all i know is that i’m terrified and sent totally insane with fear. I used to think that it was anger that drove me and made me lash out, but now i’ve come to realise that it’s that overwhelming fear. When i get scared, i lash out. I turn my back, punish, starve myself emotionally and make demands to try and control the situation. I can’t think or love – that terror just blinds me and consumes me.

I started feeling it again this week and i couldn’t explain it. It didn’t make sense at all as i seemed so calm about splitting with Kel. I just put it down to heartbreak. I felt it last year with my ex too, but it was seriously extreme. I’m really wary emotionally so i have this ‘cooling’ period where i kind of gently let myself become attached to someone after i’ve decided i can trust them.

Maybe i’m cynical but when someone needs time out i just assume it’s one of two things – there’s someone else, or they’ve already decided they’re going to leave and are letting you down gently. I know it sounds ridiculous but i never contemplated the 3rd option that it may not be to do with you and they genuinely need time out (yes i am a fucking retard). One thing i get told repetitively is that i’m a very “fast-paced” person so it’s difficult for me to understand why anyone would need more than a few days to process and come to terms with difficult things they may be going through. So when that dreaded thing gets asked, i just go into panic. I start lashing out, trying to fix everything and doing everything i can for reassurance. And of course, that wrecks pretty much everything.

I’ve been feeling that terror all week, and i noticed that it had left my ex and transferred onto Kel, which really kicked off some interesting introspection on my part. What made me raise an eyebrow, metaphorically speaking, was that the fear was disproportionate to the situation – yes it’s painful and lonely when you split, but this was something else entirely. This is not due to a person, this is something inside me.

A button inside me is being pressed.

I didn’t know what to do. So i just stopped for a while and asked myself what i was actually feeling. Fear. Terror. Loneliness. Emptiness. Vulnerability. Not safe. Abandoned. Fragile and paralysed with that terror.

Ok, so it was fear. But what have i actually afraid of? What do i feel i’m losing and why is it suddenly so incredibly devastating?

Believe me this really wasn’t too much fun, especially for an emotional retard. I stopped again and asked myself what i felt i was losing – i was terrified of losing comfort, intimacy, nurturing, affection, attention and so many other things. That’s what i have been looking for and needing. I could curl up to her in bed and feel these things, and then happily turn over and just want to be on my own and do my own thing. That’s not right. You get all those things in a relationship but my fear of that loss was far, far greater.

So it had to be a child-like thing because it just wasn’t rational. I kept thinking. I was scared of that person physically disappearing. I know it sounds strange, but you have to remember it’s childlike thinking embedded in an adult. Right then i was just rolling my eyes and just praying it wasn’t going to turn out to be something weird and Freudian, as i’d feel like a complete twat. But guess what? When i sensed the word “nurturing” i was thinking of my mum and my nan. It was a childish terror of my mum just disappearing and all those disappearing with her, leaving me naked and alone. That was the button inside me being pressed, and that massive sense of terror and loss. There’s a massive hole there.

As a child it doesn’t get processed, it just goes in. My little childish brain learnt that one minute the love and nurturing is there, and the next it’s gone without a trace. Panic sets in. Whenever i feel someone pulling away from me, i get scared they are just about to physically disappear and take all the comfort and nurturing with them, as weird as it sounds. It’s the terror before the bang, as Alfred Hitchcock so wisely said.

So i did what you always have to do when you come against something you don’t understand or don’t know how to deal with – give it up to the Father. As that thinking flowed, i realised there was a massive theme of maternal abandonment in my family on both sides. My mum was taken away from her mum and treated pretty horribly by her, she was ill/unavailable when i was young, and my dad was pretty much abandoned by his mum. One day my beloved Nan was there, the next minute she was gone – she had physically disappeared. I’ve come to learn just how incredibly powerful generational ties are, and how spiritual burdens are passed down the family line.

Those ties have to be manually broken in prayer, and can only be broken by prayer – you have to deliberately identify the themes and issues and specifically sever them with the sheer power of massive divine force (one of the things they do at Acorn and the results are nothing but miraculous). I’ve done it secretly for several people i know, even though they don’t know it. 90% or more of the time they are a spiritual weight that is a burden on innocent children down the bloodline that have down nothing at all to warrant it. It’s also direct learned behaviour passed down where cycles have to be broken. Either way, it’s generational ties.

Suddenly all the implications started to flood in. I must have been looking for that in all my relationships, and looking to them to provide those needs. I must have been carrying that emptiness around and putting it above everything else, which must have meant i couldn’t possibly have really given my heart to anyone. I couldn’t have connected properly. That terror overloaded everything else and it’s why i find it so hard to give emotionally – losing someone i love was like losing that motherly love. You can’t look to a relationship to fill a hole your mum needed to fill, or apply the chronic fear of losing that comfort to a romantic situation, or allow it to be amplified. So, up to the Father it went straight away. Let’s do this Father, let’s face it right here. Take this from me, i give it to you now.

I suddenly saw my relationships in a totally new light and why i have done as i have. How can you be understanding or give anything at all if you’re terrified?

So what did i do? Well i’ve basically done what my dad did to my mum when she was ill. I copied it without thinking even though i’ve spent my life trying not to be like him. He was so useless at supporting her that it was verging on cruelty. But i know now that he could have been scared, not necessarily angry or abusive. I think he was scared in the same way and lashed out. He felt her pulling away from him and i think he must have threatened me and my sister somehow when we were little by telling us she was going to leave and wouldn’t love us anymore. I couldn’t have had a worse role model for being a strong, supportive and loving man if i had personally picked him out from a police line-out of the country’s most uncaring men.

And that’s how it works. You do what you know. I had to face the fact that i actually have no idea whatsoever how to support someone in any way or love them. I have no idea how to love. It sounds ridiculous but it’s an incredibly groundbreaking moment when you realise what you’ve copied is so fucking wrong and you don’t actually know what to do in the situation. You should know, but you got the fucked version. When someone asks me for patience, understanding and to support them, i literally don’t know what it means.

Being frightened makes you do some fucking stupid and hurtful things. If you didn’t have fear to explain it, it would look like madness.

So in classic Cameron style, i demanded that mum accompany me for dinner so i could interrogate her about how to be more loving and how to understand and treat women. I just asked her “When you were ill, what did you need Dad to do?”. My mum is so used to my million-mph brain but with her characteristic honestly just put her arm round me and said “i don’t know what you’re going through but i love you, i’m here for you and we’ll work this out together.” Naturally i couldn’t possibly accept that but she went on to tell me love is about not having to ask, and support is telling someone you care, but crucially, not asking anything of them or asking them to do anything. Just to be there and say you care.

Yes, at 29 years old, my mum was explaining to me what support actually is. I feel like a dick, but hey, at least we got to that point. It won’t be a revelation to you, but for me, i really didn’t know. Nobody’s ever taught me and i’ve never seen it to copy. I really felt like a 4 year old asking all these really basic questions and was confessing to her that i really felt i’d let a lot of people down and just didn’t want to be that man who gave her abuse instead of caring for her and being there whilst she went through it. I just have never seen it or known it. You think you know because you can rationalise it as an adult, but you always end up doing what you learnt when you were little.

We went on. When you were screeching at me to be more sensitive, what did you mean? How do i be more sensitive? How do i be thoughtful? How do i do empathy when it really doesn’t come very naturally? How do i put someone first? How do i know if i’m pressuring someone? How do i change my tone of voice, and how i say things?

She was the logical place to start, but now i’m on a fucking mission. I’m going to be the most fucking understanding and sensitive motherfucker your bare vulnerable ass has ever known. Or something. Well, if i manage 1% it’s a good start. Why is it you only learn the things you need to know after you actually fucking need them?

I’ve pointed out that if an anorexic girl can discipline herself to withstand hunger, she surely can discipline herself to do the opposite and withstand the urge to starve. Well, i reckon the same principle applies to me. If i can be a vicious bastard with all the venomous words, surely i can be just as sensitive and supportive? But i think i needed to start honestly and admit i just have never really known. I have to re-learn this stuff. What makes it different for me this time is i actually WANT to do it. Not because i have to or am being nagged to, but because what i know is wrong. My guilt has a purpose in motivating me, which is why it is so important to let me feel the full weight of it.

I can’t tell you – the revelation that you can just tell someone you care without asking anything of them is really amazingly liberating. I didn’t know it was that simple. I thought i had to do way more than that. I have a childish excitement about the whole thing. Fuck you, i’m going to love you anyway whether you want me to or not. I love that idea.

I’m going to try and ask as many people as i can to try and work this out, and learn as much as i can. My notepad is coming with me, so if you see me studying you and writing things down, don’t be alarmed, that’s just me being enthusiastic. I’m just going to be childlike about it and ask for advice about what to do in those situations because i can’t trust my own ideas anymore. Debs has been invaluable to me in that regard and opened my eyes. I know this is going to be so hard and its euphoric today, but the truth will be the dark moments when no-one is watching and it’s really testing. I’m not looking forward to them. But i’m not lookng forward to a life where i carry on behaving the way i have done either.

But that is the very essence of such a decision. Who do i want to be? Do i want to be a loving person known for his compassion or a patronising and insensitive tyrant who never learned?

Now, i think this goes without saying but feel free to inundate me with emails along the lines of “ABOUT TIME”, “FINALLY” and “MARRY THAT GIRL IMMEDIATELY”. There’s nothing better than a whole inbox of shite going into great depth about how much of a fucking moron i am.

Then he said to me, “Prophesy to these bones and say to them, ‘Dry bones, hear the word of the Lord! This is what the Sovereign Lord says to these bones: I will make breath enter you, and you will come to life. I will attach tendons to you and make flesh come upon you and cover you with skin; I will put breath in you, and you will come to life. Then you will know that I am the Lord.’ ”

Ezekiel 37

14
Apr

doing the right thing the wrong way

I really don’t know i’m going to write here, but it will brutally honest. I haven’t slept for the past 3 nights and haven’t eaten either. I’m not hungry. I feel sick. Almost like a zombie that’s on autopilot getting away from the source of the pain. I never want to see Gillingham again, that’s for sure. I don’t want to ever trust a woman again, or give my heart to them, as all it seems to do is get abused. If i had my way i’d just lock it up somewhere and carry on about my daily life as a hollow exoskeleton. If there was surgery to remove your feelings i’d be signing up.

It’s been a very long time since i just wanted to stay in bed and not get up. I still can’t eat.

This is what i felt last year. This has all felt like last year. I never, ever want to go there again. I swore to myself i would never allow anyone close to me like that again I never wanted to go through it. But here i am.

Ironically, the only person i know who feels as least as bad as i do is the person i’ve hurt. She hasn’t eaten for 3 days either.  I can’t believe how much of a mess things are in her world. I don’t think i’ve ever seen someone so scared and hurt in my life. It’s almost as if she’s curled up into a little ball and is in no fit state to do anything. All she wants to do is block out the world because anything is too much for her. That definitely includes me, as i’m the one with whom she has the biggest grievance. All i want to do is give her the biggest hug imaginable but i’m just too scared to try. I can’t do anything, and i’ve just made it worse. I want to help to make it better but i’m too clumsy and clunky.

Both of us had the worst couple of weeks imaginable. I know we’re in love with each other and both fancy the pants off each other. She’s so hurt that even if she loves me she can’t handle normal life at the moment. I’ve never known what to do.

I ripped her apart with my words. She ripped me apart with her silence (silence is a passive way of unleashing your anger when you can’t shout)..

Passive-Aggressive anger is one of the more destructive interpersonal styles. It is a behavior characterized by the phrase, “You  can’t make me!” The statement is undeniably true. Since relationships are built on agreements, if someone makes an agreement and then doesn’t follow through, this is angry behavior that is based on not doing something. That aspect of “not doing” is what makes this kind of behavior passive-aggressive.

As a style of anger use, passive-aggressive behavior is incredibly destructive to relationships. It destroys trust, and the people on the other side of this behavior experience it as crazy making. They hear the words of agreement spoken, and continue to hope that agreements will be kept, only to experience escalating levels of injury, frustration and anger. In this way, passive-aggressive behavior draws anger towards the person behaving that way. The partner, often called the “Hostile-Dependent,” makes more and more accusations, all true, about the passive-aggressive partner’s betrayal of trust though breaking agreements.

One of the main difficulties for someone who has a passive-aggressive style is that they are frequently out of touch with their feelings. They don’t know that what they’re doing is angry. Frequently they are puzzled and resentful of their partner’s constant anger and disapproval. Another problem in changing passive-aggressive behavior is that it has some of the dynamics of addiction associated with it. Doing what you want instead of what you’ve agreed to do feels good every time in the short term, even if it’s destroying your relationship.

So i guess i just wanted to talk about how you can have the best intentions and make sacrifices for people you care about, but often you just do them the wrong way. Everything thinks i’m so wise on this stuff but no, i’m not. Doing in practice is so much harder.  I have no idea how to handle most situations and i just have to theorise because it’s the only way i can really cope. My own heart is so heavily locked away that i just won’t have anyone near it. I’ll fight tooth and nail to make sure you’re kept out. I want to open it up but i can’t because every time i do, the other person just walks away from me. It’s never safe or secure to let anyone in.

These words are about the time i got it so wrong.

I couldn’t think with all the chaos around me. She didn’t talk to me and i got scared i think. Yep, the big nasty Alex Cameron gets scared. So i did what people do when they get scared – attack. You were hurting me, so i hurt you to stop you hurting me with your silence. I don’t know how to sit there and be hurt without saying anything or being understanding. I don’t know how to do anything else than to war. It sounds trite, but nobody’s ever loved me enough to help me learn to do it. Nobody’s ever given any thought to how i feel underneath the brick shell and reassure me when i’m lashing out. Because that’s all i’m really asking for – to be reassured you care. In the most asinine way, it’s very much like a little boy, as pathetic as i feel saying that. But at least it’s honest.

Everyone always assumes that because i come across so confident and forcefully that it seems like i don’t need any sensitivity or care. It’s funny as i remember the only thing that would stop my violent fits when i was younger was my Nan coming in and just simply saying “What’s the matter?”. I always just burst into tears immediately. And i still do it now. There isn’t a single person i can name who has asked me in the last year whether i’m ok or what the matter is. I hurt a lot of people when i’m hurting. But that’s the thing, as nobody can see it’s because i’m hurting and they do nothing about it anyway. They just make out to be some of angry monster, which i guess i can understand.

Am i allowed to have faults? Am i entitled to the same love and care i try to give you, or is that irrelevant because i have to be perfect?

Why is ok for you to hurt me as much as you like, but if i hurt you, the world is over? Why is ok for me to feel all these things but when you do, there is terrible retribution?

In the last few weeks i have been called all the names under the sun; been labelled, accused, slandered and insulted; been misunderstood and misinterpreted; had to deal with the person i love totally withdrawing from me, going completely cold and refusing to do or say anything. And then with every move i make, denounce me as some kind of evil. I’ve been worried out of my mind about her. Everything has been my fault – everything you can name. All her pain is my fault. All her anger, spite and frustration is levelled at me. I literally have had to deal with an avalanche of emotional chaos and been blamed for all of it. When i react to that, it’s unforgiveable.

It started when i lost my temper, as it terrified her.  I don’t understand why i am so frightening. I kind of realised i’d fallen in love her, and just like her, i freaked out.

She is lonely and isolated where she is and coming to terms with everything inside, but it’s all come out at me. I’m the one who is on the receiving end because i was the one who left her and said she had to change. I know i have to change too, but she never confirmed to me how.  I thought the shock and pain of losing the guy you love would be enough for her to get that help. But even though she understood why i did it, it ended up with her being more hostile to me, as anyone with an IQ over 20 could have predicted. The problem is that i don’t have an emotional IQ above 20. I just became the enemy. I know i’m an idiot, believe me. Of all the stupid things i could have done, i picked the most destructive and counter-productive.

I lashed out as i always do because i was scared and in a lot of pain. I was frustrated but couldn’t control it because her silence felt like she was punishing me and trying to control me. I am just human, but it’s not ok for me to make mistakes or not be perfect. She is struggling with the same things i am but i couldn’t open up to anyone who is pulling away from me, and she didn’t want to know regardless.

I split up with her because i couldn’t take the coldness – i just don’t what to do, or how to do it. I needed her to know that i was in pain and was creating havoc. I wanted her to take me seriously and start to get help, which she did. But now i am the one who feel that pain back. I don’t know how to love someone when they are pulling away from you. She doesn’t know how to love either but it’s ok for her and not for me. She’s completely numb to anything and everything and i have never had any idea what to do. She’s so angry with me for leaving her and so scared of me for being angry with her that i am now just another pain that is shut down.  She’s so obsessed with not being able to cope that she can’t see anything else. I don’t know how to cope with that.

I thought i could hold out. I was angry enough to. Just like hunger. Maybe i’d have some control over the situation.

Now i think about it, ironically what i’ve just done is like what girls with eating disorders do. I just starved myself of her to feel in control, and then collapsed from hunger. Maybe i do understand how they feel after all. Maybe i’m just the same as her and that’s why i feel so isolated. Ironically i think she would understand that. I’m not eating either, and i don’t eat much anyway. It would make sense as that’s what my sister did as well, and i starve myself of anything nice and used to block it all out with drugs and telling everyone to fuck off.  I starved myself of her just as she was starving herself of me. I did it to my ex too.

And now i’m thinking back to all the times i have ripped those people apart and feeling like a prize twat. Maybe all the times i’ve attacked them i’ve been attacking it in myself. There has never been any comfort for me. Anywhere.

It was what they say you should do when someone you love has a serious life-threatening problem – you don’t enable them and if you have to, you have to leave them. Well it didn’t work too well for me as it just made her feel more rejected and abandoned. I thought she’d see how important it was to me and how important i am. All it’s done is to make me more of a threat and send her spiralling into herself to do it more because of how much it hurt her. What a gigantic fuck up. I don’t know how i’m supposed to go back from that, as she doesn’t know how to come back from what she’s done.

What i learnt is that she is exactly the same as me – i shut the world out, keep an emotional distance and only talk from my heart when the situation is literally drastic. She never got to grow up and neither did i, as we always taking care of someone else. I want someone just to love me when i’m walking off and it’s not fair to expect them to do that. It’s not fair for anyone to expect me to do it. I’m a hypocrite.

I told her that “bye means bye” and tried to be honest and say i had a date. I’ve been trying to move on because it just doesn’t matter to her that i’m not around. Even writing this is going to make her think i’m trying to cage her or harm her somehow.

I honestly can’t believe how hurt she is. I don’t think i’ve ever seen someone so scared, hurt and confused. I’ve never seen someone so scared of me. A lot of it is my fault. What’s the use in saying sorry for something like that when the person is just too traumatised and shut down to hear it? I never thought she’d react as badly as she has because she was pulling away from me anyway. She didn’t need my support or anything from me so i don’t understand why she cared. She’s all strong and independent so why on earth would i matter to her? I don’t understand why she’s scared of me when i’m angry because i’m scared of her? I don’t mean anything to her and all i do is spend every day doing everything i can to wreck her life so i don’t understand.

Debs wrote this to me and i wish she’d told me a month ago so i’d know what to do. It might help someone else who is in the same position as me. You never know.

She obviously has some real demons that she needs to battle. One of the most important factors of any relationship is the ability to recognise when you’re needed, even if they push you away. I know it’s very easy for me to sit here and tell you that pulling away was the worst thing you could have done, but it’s something that a lot of people do and it makes the situation worse. If someone is pulling away, find out why. If it’s not your fault then you shouldn’t back off. A lot of people let their pride get in the way and back away too, a defensive tactic. The best way you can probably get around this problem now is to not pressure her and say ‘Ok I understand that this isn’t something you can do right now, but I want you to know I am here for you, with no agenda, just because I love you and I want to help’. That will mean more than trying to get back with her when she can’t handle it. Then she will realise that you aren’t going to hurt her and that you will help. But you have to be strong, and if she starts pushing you away again - stand firm. To someone with an eating condition, pulling away is a sign that you don’t love her and right now she won’t be able to work out that it’s because she’s pulling away.

Sorry, I probably sound like I’m trying to teach my grandmother to suck eggs but that’s my take.

I said to my sis that i don’t think i’ll ever be strong enough to be able to love someone gently when they are shutting me out. How on earth do you do that? I’m just not strong enough. I haven’t got a clue what to do. I never saw anyone do it when i was growing up, so i just copied my father. I hate it. If i could burn it out of me i would, because i hate him for making me this way. I hate myself for not being stronger and being more loving. Sometimes i just give up and have to accept that i’m a monster. No matter how hard i try or how i work out how to change it, my heart is just pathetically weak. Don’t ask me to love because the only thing i’ll be able to say is that i can’t. I can’t do it without reassurance.

All i ever saw was my dad do it to my mum. I’m trying to fight this but there are days when i am just too weak.

All i’ve ever wanted was for someone to see through me like i see them; to see that when i’m lashing out that i’m scared. When someone goes distant from me i panic because i feel like i’m about to lose them and it’s hurting. I just want someone to see that and love me enough to do something about it. I try and do it with anyone i can because i know their own pain isn’t always directed at me.  I wanted you to see that in me and know that i am as scared as you.  I want someone to love me enough to do that; to be important enough to someone for them to do that.

I want to be able to “walk alongside” someone, as my sis puts it. I don’t want to be scared anymore. I wish i was more magnanimous and hate myself for not being stronger. I can barely tell who’s my friend and who is out to get me. I’m so used to fighting wars that i have so little love left to give to anyone. I’m scared of giving it. I don’t know how. I’m fed up of fighting the autopilot, and there are days when i really can’t see the point of living when i can’t love properly. I can’t do that without help and forgiveness. But there’s no-one who has ever cared enough to forgive me or just sent me away when i asked.

I’m humble enough to say right here to everyone in public that i got it wrong. I fucked up. I am suffering for it, as i should. I am imperfect and human. I don’t have all the answers. I did what appears to be the right thing completely the wrong way. I tried to do what you’re supposed to do but it made everything worse. I am profoundly stupid and naive to think that it would do any good.

And now she is just a source of rejection to me, making me hypersensitive to everything she says and does.

I’m so tired of this. I just want someone to love me for who i am instead of this stupid image people have of me that makes them think i believe i’m better than everyone else and condescending. I just want someone to be stronger than me for a change and shout louder over me that they love me to shut me up. I’ve never wanted to change but i do now. I’m tired of starving and being scared. I’m tired of having to be strong all the time. But most of all, i’m so tired of having to learn these fucking lessons by losing fucking everything.

I don’t want you to you move back up north. I don’t want to scare you or hurt you. I don’t want the hassle of an evil controlling relationship. I know you love me, and i hate how much damage i’ve done. I wish i had a time travel machine so i could undo it, but i’m not even remotely perfect. I’m just as fucked up as you feel. What i want is for you to love me because i’m no good at loving anyone, and let me practice loving you back. I just want to be able to trust someone so i don’t have to keep looking out for when they’re going to hurt me. That’s the only thing can dissolve the anger i feel. Because we’re just the same and as guilty as each other.

Could you love me the way you wanted to be loved, despite all my faults and all the things i’ve got wrong? Every day i have to continually forgive all the people who go out of their way to make my life hell, but when will anyone forgive *me*?

Update: This is all now starting to make sense. She’s absolutely overflowing with anger. Uncontrollable, violent and terrible anger. I totally forgot that the very first stage in recovery is uncontrollable anger. It’s just not the shouting kind. Don’t do what i did. Do what Debs says to do. Learn from my mistakes.

“One day you will ask me, which is more important? my life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.”

11
Apr

killing ana [part e]: yours from now on

I wrote a letter to someone i love who suffers with a strange hybird of anorexia nervosa and bulimia nervosa, and they suggested posting it here as it might help others. Naturally i’ve taken the personally identifying information out, but it’s pretty much the same. And yes, it was a real letter to a real person.

Loving someone with an eating disorder or any kind of addiction is hardest when they refuse to deal with it at all because other than their being 3 people in the relationship itself, the illness is more important to them than you are. When they are getting help, it’s hard because it’s ambiguous - you’re so proud of them, but you have no idea what you should do.

It’s like someone saying “Congratulations on enjoying your 3-month free trial and falling in love, but since you’ve signed up for the long-term contract, clause 145a part iii subsection g means you now have 2 options. You can be poisoned slowly every day by a dash of arsenic in your breakfast, or you can emigrate to Australia and get an update by phone every month to let you know whether it’s ok to come back.”

Food has all their attention, and it comes before you and everything else. You’re always second best and you start to be treated like food when they starve themselves of you. You don’t get a hug because the ilness is more important. You can’t go out for dinner or enjoy a meal together because you know they are hating every mouthful; you know that within an hour they will be sticking their fingers down their throat to bring it back up. You know when you call them to see how they are, they’ll pretend to be feeling great when they’re exhausted, depressed and ravaged by hunger. You know they don’t want to upset you and don’t want an argument so when you ask if they’ve eaten at all that day or made themselves throw up, they lie to you. The more pressuie they feel, the more secretive they get. You know they are also wracked with guilt about it. You become a threat, so they shut down and won’t talk to you. They drive you mad being so sexy but all they are obsessed with are the list of body “faults” they see in the mirror. You kiss them and you know they think you’re hating it. They won’t listen to you when you tell them how beautiful they are, acknowledge you’ve actually said it or that you might even feel that way.

This is what i wrote when i tried to explain why i couldn’t be with the person i loved.
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Dear [name]

People never write letters to each other like they used to.

I don’t sit there examining you for faults.  Your faults and the fact you are imperfect is what made me fall in love with you. By rights this should be a blog, so considerate a private one for you only. Believe it or not i don’t target specific people when i write – what i put up are things that everyone could benefit from knowing. You don’t have to reply to this, just read it slowly and carefully without skimming when you get some time free to yourself.

What you’ve also got to understand is that to me, the eating disorder is not you or a part of you – i visualise it as a tumour growing inside you that’s not wanted or been given permission to stay. It’s conducting an illegal occupation and needs to be expelled. A lot of the time that tumour talks for you, and i will rebuke it nastily every time it does. It’s got to come out but it really doesn’t want to – it’s inside you like an alien parasite sucking all the energy you have. Some of the time the girl i fell in love with talks, and that’s when i’m soft. My frustration has grown as the tumour has talked more and more instead of you. Every time you don’t call out that tumour or accept what it says and thinks, you give it permission to stay. Just like if your dog shat in someone’s garden, the owner of the house would screech at you, not the dog. This is the same – i will only address the tumour’s owner.

This is NOT about food. Puking it back up is a *symptom*, not a cause. The issue is about how you cope when something comes into/onto you, and at the moment it’s like a knee-jerk mechanism to clam up and block it out. When you address that, slowly the purging will stop with it. It’s NOT about forcing yourself to eat or starving out the eating disorder. If you try and treat the symptom, the underlying problem still rots away underneath. It’s like trying to put a plaster over a veruca – you have to kill the veruca virus and remove the lesion from the skin layer. You rip the root of the tree out of the ground and the branches go with it.

Food has to go into you and was forced on you. Puberty was forced on you. Weight gain forces itself on you. A rapist’s sex organ went into you and was forced on you (did you ever get any help for this???). Your own feelings force their way in to you. People’s feelings invade you. Your abusive manipulative boyfriends forced themselves on you and into your heart. Of course you resist and push back. Of course you reject things and push them back out of you to regain some control of yourself. What is at issue here is how you control things – the healthy way is setting and enforcing boundaries to keep them at bay, and the unhealthy way is to reject and block everything. The first is selective so you let some in and some out, the second is carpet-bombing and pushing the chair up against the door to keep it shut.

I think that’s why you only explain how you feel or what’s going on – because you’re being forced and it’s just an act of giving in. If every time you’ve said how you feel it feels like giving in, then of course you’re not going to look forward to feeling as though you’ve given in. The act of communicating is something you do as a choice, and i don’t understand too well why you don’t choose to talk of your own accord.

I promise you that i’m not judging you. Judging you would be saying “what you are doing is wrong, and you are a bad person”. If i was enabling you, i’d make it easy for you to block things out and refuse food. If i accepted it, i would be saying it’s OK for it to continue. If i was a psychiatrist, i’d try to fix it for you – i’ve said you need to take responsibility for fixing it yourself, not me.  I’m simply not allowed to judge because of my own religious faith, and to be perfectly honest i have a shopping list of faults of my own. I don’t know what you wanted me to fix because you never said anything which has made this one-sided. I’m open to changing if i have to. I won’t say “no” if the change is important.

I’m not underestimating how incredibly hard it must have been to go to the GP, the clinic and now do counselling too. I respect and admire you for it.

What i’m doing is refusing to enable you and rejecting the illness. I’m not starving myself of you or throwing you up. In effect i’m saying:

The way you cope with problems by isolating yourself, closing up and vomiting up your food is harmful. i reject this illness and it is not OK for it to continue. I refuse to allow it to hurt either of us anymore. I will not help you to keep doing it and will not be part of a relationship where it is allowed to continue .I won’t sit by and watch you harm yourself. I accept you as a person unconditionally and i care about you very deeply. I don’t see you as “defective”- i see you as a human being. It is your responsibility to decide to change this way of coping to something healthy, get help and start living differently from right now, not some point in the distant future. I give you my solemn vow and my word that i will be there for you and will support you with everything i have, so long as that support does not involve enabling the illness to continue. If you ask me to enable the illness, i will refuse. If you refuse to deal with this, i will have no choice but to end our relationship so i don’t come to any more harm. I know you are a separate individual person with the ability to choose and i’m trusting in you to deal with it because it’s important.”

I’m a man, and i know what strength is and what it looks like. It’s what i’m built for. You will recognise when you are being strong because it is like lifting a weight at the gym. It takes effort. It’s doing something that’s incredibly hard and doing something you don’t think you can do. “Coping” and hanging on for dear life when you waste away is not strength because it doesn’t demand you fight or really stretch yourself to lift the weight (it only feels like strength because you’re exhausted and carrying on is so tiring). There’s no point going to the gym to lift baby dumbbells it doesn’t take any effort to lift. When you actually do go to the gym after not having eaten, it’s impossible to do a work-out because you are so weak. You don’t think you’re “strong” just because you can get on the treadmill and haul yourself through it. It’s not “strong” to live like a numb self-isolated leper who won’t communicate or stay standing despite constant hypoglycaemia every day. If it’s strength, why yare you not strong enough to stop and/or do the opposite? Are you only strong enough to act dead?

If strength is pushing yourself to lift that weight you think you can’t lift, it is picking up the phone and saying “I can’t cope. Will you listen to me so i can let out what i’m feeling, and give me a hug afterwards?” It’s strength because it’s *what you can’t do* – something you’ve never done before that you have to extend yourself for. Whenever you’re not sure if you’re being strong or not, ask yourself whether you can do it. If you can’t do it, it will require true strength. Strength is not holding out or resisting things that are obvious, important, helpful, loving and positive.

I may be sensitively-challenged, but there is one thing i am a specialist at – waging war. I know how to fight a battle and win it. You win a war by winning the battle in your head before it’s even happened (ask Muhammad Ali or Sun Tzu). It will be over the moment YOU decide it’s over. If you’ve decided that the tumour is going to come out “eventually”, you haven’t decided it’s over, and you haven’t given it the order to leave.  You’re just hoping it will leave of its own accord. Once you decide it’s over, the rest is just paperwork. The battle is in your mind, and it’s easier than you think to win. You just have to say GET OUT. Of course it doesn’t happen overnight, but the battle is won at the moment you decide it is. You lock onto a vision and the more visualise it, the closer it becomes to being real. At the end of this i’ll show you what it looks like.

I know this is a really difficult part of your life right now, but it’s necessary, even though it’s heartbreaking to see. Ripping out that tumour is going to hurt and you think you’re going to be left devastated because it’s always been there. It’s like a parasite in the way you think you both survive off each other and if it dies, so will you. That’s how a parasite attaches itself to its host and survives – by making it think that removing it will kill them. Trusting the doctors and the people who love you is like them saying “This won’t kill you. We’ve done this procedure to remove this parasite before on hundreds of others. Trust us to do our jobs.” Do you think that me stopping smoking will kill me?

I also know that me splitting us up would have been a massive blow to anyone’s self-esteem and self-worth – it wasn’t great for me either. Please understand it was not about what you are worth or that i deserve someone better than you. It just doesn’t work like that. Of course i love you but i just can’t live with the eating disorder craziness. You mean the world to me. It is the disorder i rejected, not you. Suffering with it doesn’t mean you’re weak, defective or unattractive. Not fighting it certainly does though. All you can probably think is that it’s all because you aren’t thin or whatever. Being thin has nothing to do with it. Your obsession with being thin and perfect is what caused the split. That obsession with weight was the problem, not your weight itself. To be honest, i’d love you regardless if you were a size 14 (you’re nowhere near that, and to be honest i have no idea what size you are) even though i know it’s about you needing to be perfect in your own eyes to be worth anything at all. I can’t love you if all you can think about is being a size 6, and that i’d love you if you were a size 6 too. That’s a lie. I don’t think that. It’s imaginary. Your value and worth to me is not based on how you look, what you weigh or how perfect you appear. I don’t care if you don’t get that, it’s the truth. It’s how things are whether you like it or not.

You’re worth billions upon billions of dollars just for being you, making me laugh and doing the retarded things you do. How much would i have to spend to re-create you in a laboratory? What would it take to find another you? What would it cost to clone you? Where would i find your doppelganger and what do i write on the cheque? Who else knows what you do or has seen what you have seen, and how much should someone pay to extract that from your being to put in a glass jar? If i put you on an operating table, how much would it cost to remove your organs, brain and soul and put them in a new body to make a 2nd version of you that was better? How must would it cost to build a time travel machine to re-live the times we’ve spent together? How can i put your laugh in a bottle to listen to when i feel shit and what should i charge for it? Your essence, your spirit, are what decide what you are worth. Is there a scale or meter for your worth? Are you more valuable because behave a certain way or look prettier than you did yesterday? How much do you charge for someone to care about you? If i skinned you and put the flappy material on a size 6 mannequin with the perfect figure, how much more beautiful would it be and how much more love would it deserve?

It will be like a wound in that once it’s been surgically removed, it will need to heal up, which means tlc and rest. It’s that or the alternative is you suffer for the rest of your life. You’ll keep running and finding more and more ways to evade dealing with it face to face – at the moment it’s putting it all in the doctor’s hands and saying you’ll deal with it in your own time. That’s another way of saying “i’ll deal with it, but not now”, which in turn means “i don’t want to deal with it”. Eventually it ends with you exhausted from running – running from the illness, running from me, running from yourself. You chose to end it because you were already tired of running for 20+ years. I know it’s not overnight – but the decision to kill it isn’t something that takes months. You are either saying “yes” to it, or “no” to it. If you’re not making the decision, hoping for the best or not thinking about it, the decision you’re making automatically by default is “yes”. Life works on absolutes like that in certain situations that are serious enough to make or break someone’s life.

The doctors will fix it” means “someone else other than me will deal with it”,
In my own time” means “i don’t want to deal with it now”,
I don’t want stress” means “i don’t want the stress of dealing with it”,
Eventually” or “one day” means “not now”,

Imagine a child having a plate of food put in front of them at the table. They shout “NO! I WON’T!”, shut their mouth, close their eyes, and turn their head away. That is what we’re dealing with here. You keep running and running and hiding behind everything you can. Eventually you’ll run out of places to hide and have to face this thing. You procrastinate because you’re afraid. Understand what you are afraid of and you can sidestep it by taking steps that minimise the chance of the thing you’re afraid of happening.

You need to GET MAD. Let yourself GET F**KING ANGRY. This thing has ruined your life and taken everything you cared about from you. It’s not meant to be there and it’s time it packed its bags and left. If it doesn’t want to go, it needs to be kicked our forcefully, just as everything has always been forced on you. You own your body (is it my possession? Does your family have a written contract on it? If not, who’s is it?). You are in charge. I am telling you to get up off your knees, as i’ve said to others in the past.

A king needs a queen. The king needs a queen because the king thinks he’s perfect, just because he’s the king. The queen knows she’s not perfect, and she also knows the king isn’t perfect either. But the queen’s strength and beauty comes from being able to marshal all the resources she has – her mastery of her imperfection *is* her beauty. The king needs the queen because she keeps him grounded. Think about a chess board. The king is essentially a symbol – a symbol of power and strength, but he does virtually nothing else. The queen however, is immensely dynamic – she can go anywhere and do anything, and moves all around the board. She is the source of all power because she is grounded and is not trying to be perfect. If she were limited to doing one thing, she wouldn’t be able to move anywhere and would essentially be a pointless piece. Her strength is in using her good points to make the weaknesses irrelevant and because she knows she cannot do everything, she then is able to do anything at all just by moving around the board.

My point? Perfection isn’t possible, and it makes you vulnerable. The way you become valuable is in how you manipulate your good points and bad points. To do that, you need to know and accept both, and you don’t do that by grieving over your faults/problems or blocking them out.

Ultimately what you are missing is that by losing the purging/blocking, you will GAIN your identity. It’s not that you don’t who you are without it, it’s that you don’t know *how to cope* without it. You are not losing anything – you are replacing one way of coping with another one that is better. There isn’t going to be a “hole” or the panic of being empty or stripped naked. You are not losing control, you are taking control of your body and your mind. You are putting on a new form of armour.

The change you’re scared of isn’t as big as you think. It isn’t about forcing yourself to eat. It’s about changing the way you cope with things, and making things better. But you can’t even start until you’ve really, really made the decision from the bottom of your heart and committed to it in your heart. Fear will try to stop you at every turn and you need to do to fear what you do to food. All that change actually needs is a few simple steps – you don’t have to make some big gesture, take pills, eat 5 times a day or anything like it. All you need to do is work out what you need to do, and start doing it. One day at a day. But you have to get on the road in the moments you’re not with the therapist. The step each day is to remind yourself what to do, why you’re doing it, and how you can do something that day that pushes it forward.

There is a massive reward to all of this! Don’t forget that. You’re not putting yourself through any of it to hurt yourself or starve yourself of the eating disorder itself. That is what you have always done and you are not blocking out your coping mechanism. You are trading it in and replacing it. You need to ask yourself what the change looks like – think about it, write it down, work it out. Get some paper out and start scribbling ideas and lists. Challenge yourself.

This is about choosing who you want to be. Choosing how you want to live. It’s not in fate or luck’s hands, it’s your decision to design your life. You decide who you will be. Setting goals and working out just how you’re going to achieve the things you want to. You’ll know you’ve beaten the purging when you define a point B, otherwise how do you know when you’ve got over the top of the hill?

It means going to the gym, and letting yourself get angry on the punch bag. Choosing to not run away from the anger but face it and let it flow out in that private space. In a very controlled way you allow yourself to feel it and release it into the air. You put the faces of those have hurt you on the pad and you murder them there and then. Then you calm down, walk out and go and cuddle someone.

It’s spending time with my sis to get an eating plan and a gym plan regularly every 4 weeks (taking control by ASKING her and not waiting for it to be forced on you somehow) – setting yourself a target weight, a maintenance plan and calorie intake, just as you did before, but in a different way. Putting it in your diary and working out an exercise schedule and meal diary for the week. It’s working out what your triggers are by keeping a diary of how you felt each day and working out what to do when you want to block out and purge. You can put them on paper and stick them up around the house, or put a note in your wallet. It’s choosing foods that you can handle – chunky soups, cut up sandwiches, and meals that you perceive to be small and don’t sit in your stomach but actually give you the sense that you have eaten lightly.

It’s asking me to listen to you if you need to talk and expecting me to. It’s taking a breath and allowing me to know what you are feeling, knowing that i control what that information does to me. It’s setting boundaries and explaining them to me, and expecting me to respect them – and enforcing them if i don’t, no matter how much i whinge.

It’s writing to people who have hurt you to tell them how they’ve made you feel – and letting them feel the weight of who you are and what you feel. It’s ceremoniously burning things from the past to let go of them. It’s allowing yourself to cry when you’re hurting or sad. It’s reminding yourself what you have to do when you feel like clamming up. It’s letting go of all the other obligations other people put you under without your consent that they should be doing themselves but always make you do for them instead. A boundary is something you just put there, and it moves with you.

Nobody wants to take responsibility for what they have done or the way they have made someone feel. That doesn’t mean you have to bottle up or take the responsibility for you. If they’ve hurt you, they should feel guilty and ashamed. If they’ve made you angry, they should feel sorry. They won’t admit it, let the weight of it sink in or take responsibility, but that’s because most people are fucking retarded. Just because someone else won’t give you what they should or what you need doesn’t mean you don’t have a right to feel something, expect restitution or refuse to confront them about it.

It’s looking at yourself honestly and listing all your good and bad points. It’s choosing to ask others to care for you and allowing yourself to be interdependent (not dependent). It’s being free to say how you feel without having to take responsibility for how you make them feel. It’s choosing to release others of their debts to you, and releasing yourself of your debts to them. It’s FREEDOM, pure and simple. Purging is choosing to stay in a prison and suffering because no-one visits you in your cell when you have the door locked. Blocking out is choosing to stay in a hospital bed for broken bones after they’ve healed, because if you go outside they’ll get broken again.

It’s saying that it’s ok to want to feel protected. But to do that you have to let someone protect you occasionally! You have to allow them to be there for you and take care of you! How can you take care of someone by force? Doing that is doing it for them. When you allow someone to take care of you, it’s a choice and it has boundaries. It’s knowing that if you fall backwards, they will catch you. You can do that by testing the idea in little baby bits that get bigger. You start with a small trust, then a bigger one, and so on. Nobody can go from not trusting at all to the biggest faith in the world overnight, but you need to actually do a little trust, and sometimes that may just be forced on you because you’re not being reasonable or loving by not trusting. But it’s also more than trusting – it’s *expecting* and demanding that people be trustworthy, there for you and not hurt you. You have rights and they are to be respected, and you needn’t feel guilty in enforcing them. You can’t change other people, but you do have control over whether you choose to walk off.

But also on top of this stuff, it’s choosing if you want to have a relationship with me, because i was always going to be very different to the men you’d known before and there is no way we can have one is knowing the evil has been ordered to leave. I was never going to allow you to settle into a relationship which was the same as the last – one where you carried on just being distant and purging away quietly and your other half just waited for you to say something. You knew from the outset i would challenge you. I would stand up and fight if something was wrong. The other men were apparently violent, abusive or just indifferent – too nasty, or too nice. I’m no pussy. I won’t allow it. I will put a brick wall up and put my foot down when it comes to this. You will never control me or make me “safe”. You will have to trust me. You will have to accept me for the individual i am and that you won’t be able to change me into the “safe” scenario you want. I will change if i need to, but i won’t be moulded or bent. That doesn’t mean i don’t care, it just means you have to accept i am a separate person who doesn’t actually want to hurt you, directly or indirectly. Changing means just letting me be me, faults and all, and knowing i am with you because that is my choice. You’ve never had much of a choice so it’s probably hard for you to understand how i can exercise it freely. Control me and i really will react badly. Talk with me freely about things you want or need (e.g. changes) and i’ll walk down the road with you.

I can make conditions on your life. I can only set them as boundaries in my own, and hope they fit in with yours so we can walk through life together.

All of this has an end goal – you are doing this because afterwards you are going to help someone else to get out of it. You’ll educate other girls and help them to get out of the hole. My sis will expand what she is doing physically in the gym and need help to also get her clients to start working out plans for their lives as well as changing their diets and exercise routines. That’s where you will step and help them, as you’ve done it before and are a very good role model. You will help them to organise their lives and form ambitions because you are successful and have lived yours. Your strength will inspire them to do the same. When you fight this illness, remember you are fighting it for all the people in future that you will help. This isn’t just about you, or even your mum and daughter(s). This is about dozens of others whose life you will be entering soon. Don’t keep them waiting – they need to come out of the trap.

So you stand up in front of all those terrified, exhausted and lost girls.

My name is [name]. I beat X years of eating disorder hell to become [your dream/ambition] and raise a family. This is my idiot partner, who was insensitive enough to demand i be all i could be or he wouldn’t stay with me. I’m here to tell you about the day i decided in my heart that the battle was over.”

How’s that for a source of identity? All you have to do is say “yes”.

07
Apr

an overdue molotov for the beauty industry

A while ago, Dove launched the Campaign For Real Beauty, which is an admirable thing. It’s central theme is that our idea of beauty has become so incredibly distorted that it’s wreaking havoc with women’s mental health. I’m inclined to agree. I don’t want a perfect woman. I want one with faults so i can fall in love with her for them. I love that little stomach pouch thing and messy morning hair.

And the crazy thing? The message of it all is:

YOU ARE NOT ENOUGH. YOU WILL ONLY BE WORTHY OF LOVE IF YOU’RE MORE ATTRACTIVE THAN YOU ARE NOW.

What an absolute load of shit.

This offshoot however, is far more profound. Entitled “Onslaught”, the slogan is amazingly cool: “Talk to your daughter - before the beauty industry does.” Really brings it home how much pressure all the cosmetics vendors put women under, how they press the emotional buttons and make vanity the greatest pusuit above everything else. If they had their way, you’d die for it.

From the site:

We developed the Dove Self-Esteem Fund to make real change in the way women and young girls perceive and embrace beauty. We want to help free ourselves and the next generation from beauty stereotypes.

Too many girls develop low self-esteem from hang-ups about looks. Consequently, many fail to reach their full potential later in life. The Dove Self-Esteem Fund is an agent of change to educate and inspire girls on a wider definition of beauty.

To make change possible, the Dove Self-Esteem Fund focuses its efforts to foster positive image-related self-esteem in two areas of activity:

  • The Fund develops and distributes resources that enable and empower women and girls to embrace a broad definition of beauty
  • The Fund provides needed resources to organizations that foster a broader definition of beauty

More: http://www.campaignforrealbeauty.co.uk/

07
Apr

killing ana [part d]: making you so beautiful

It’s time we revisited the generic definition of anorexia in the spirit of facing that denial up-front. You can read this and not even think it’s you, when it is. Your friends and family can see it, but you can’t.

“Anorexia nervosa is a psychiatric diagnosis that describes an eating disorder characterized by low body weight and body image distortion with an obsessive fear of gaining weight. Individuals with anorexia are known to commonly control body weight through the means of voluntary starvation, purging, vomiting, excessive exercise, or other weight control measures, such as diet pills or diuretic drugs.”

When you block out food and deprive your body of essential nourishment, the physical changes are immediate and quickly turn severe. The body signals damage and need very clearly, and it is these signals that must be overridden and resisted. The first stage is malnutrition, which becomes a state of starvation over 5-7 days.

Of course, none of this will happen to you, because unlike everyone else you’re in control of it. You’re just doing it for a little while to get to that target weight and then you’ll start eating healthily again.

It’s a common perception amongst those who suffer with eating disorders that this suffering is temporary and the body is dynamic enough to repair itself and adapt. There is a certain amount of truth to that, but going into a state of denial that is so intense as to ignore the very dramatic signals the body gives out is something else. The trouble with anorexia is that starvation denies you the basic nutrition that enables you to think properly, and because of that actually enables denial.

All of this happens within just 2-3 days of food blockading, or when less than 800 calories has been adsorbed per day over 48-72 hours.

The first thing that happens is a change in the body’s electrolyte balance - electrolytes are salts that conduct electricity and are found in the body fluid, tissue, and blood. Examples are chloride, calcium, magnesium, sodium, and potassium. You start feeling weak, heavy, achy and slow. If you’ve felt the pain of a hangover, that pain is from dehydration, which is an electrolyte imbalance. You will start experiencing regular headaches all the time and being over-tired. In the case of anorexia, phosphate deficiency tends to suffer most. You will want to sleep more than usual, and will find it harder to get up.

Secondly, your brain structure and function will change, but you won’t notice it – only the people around you will. The ventricles of your brain will enlarge, and blood flow to your temporal lobes will slow down. Because your eating has slowed, your body will compensate by slowing your metabolism, making you feel slow and lethargic. It will try to conserve energy by preventing you from expending too much of it. Occasionally you will go jittery and hyper because your body has flooded you with adrenaline, which is emergency mode reducing appetite and compensating for an inability to derive energy from normal sources.

Your normal level of sex hormones, such as oestrogen, cortisol and progesterone will decrease, making you feel less womanly in yourself. You will rarely feel horny and it will be hard to get turned on as your libido has shut down. It will take longer to have an orgasm and your arousal will disappear quickly. Because your endocrine system is unbalanced, your periods will take longer to arrive, become lighter and less frequent, and eventually stop. The stress you put on your fragile reproductive system means it starts to behave erratically and fertility becomes unstable. Your body will shut it down to protect it.

Your hair will lose its shine, so you’ll need to use more conditioner. It will take forever to grow. When you rush your hands through it, lots of individual strands will be left on your fingers. It will be dry because it will stop providing natural oils and does not have the minerals to look good. You’ll need to use more and more concealer because you will have noticeable black bags under your eyes that are too severe to just be from being tired.

You’ll feel freezing cold all the time – more cold than you normally would. Your hands will become white and numb very quickly and you’ll find yourself with pins and needles. You will notice bruises appearing everywhere in strange places when you can’t remember hurting yourself. Your vision will be blurry and you won’t be able to concentrate for very long, meaning you will get frustrated and bored easily. You will ache a lot and not know why. Your joints will crack and be sore. Sitting in one position for too long will be painful.

Because your iron intake has stopped, your skin will stop looking full-blooded and radiant, making you pale. Less oxygen will be carried to your brain, meaning you will be more tired than normal and need to breathe faster and deeper. Your skin itself will stop making its natural oils, and become dry and flaky, and your complexion will be more unstable, with subtle red and white patches, meaning you need to use more foundation. Sebum will collect under your skin and increase the number of spots you get because your natural skin oils aren’t flushing your skin.

The worse it gets, the more make-up you will need to put on.

When you go to get your nails done, the varnish won’t set as well. They will break easily from being brittle and have small marks. You will need to use more and more lipsalve and lipstick because your lips will lose their natural lubrication and become dry and chapped. Not having enough calcium means your teeth will stain easier from tea/coffee or cigarettes, so you’ll have to use tooth-whitening toothpaste. Your teeth will ache after you’ve eaten and feel hollow and sore. Things will taste different once your zinc intake is below normal.

After a while you will notice small soft hair appearing on your skin, often in patches, because your body is trying to compensate for insufficient natural fat levels. It is the same hair that a foetus has in the womb. You won’t go to the toilet as much, and your urine will be darker and fouler-smelling. As your food intake is poor, you’ll be straining hard to take a crap because a lack of fibre and carbohydrate means your poops won’t have enough substance to pass through you easily.

And then there is the smell. Your sweat levels will go up because your body will try to raise its core heat and circulation, and as your electrolyte balance changes your body smell will become more noticeable and obnoxious. Your breath will be sulphurous and sour, your armpits, teeth and backside will be emit more odour due to higher bacteria levels, and because the Ph of your vagina has changed, your lady parts will take on a smell of strong urine or rotten flesh (bacterial vaginitis, or BV). You won’t be able to notice it, but it will come through your clothes to be obvious to your workmates when you walk past them, and your partner won’t know how to tell you.

Other interesting things you will notice are that your ankles will swell during the day, and your eyes will puff up at night, and because your immune system is depressed, you will get ill more than usual and pick up everyone’s colds. It’ll hurt more when someone smacks you on the arm. And of course, your stomach will feel empty and the hunger will be intolerable, as nature designed it. Your immediate desperation will be for carbs for basic operation – bread, toast, chips, crisps and nuts.

But that’s just some of the physical signs.

Mentally, the first symptoms will be that you sink into depression (not sadness, a “numbness”), as your body is depressing itself to slow down. You won’t feel anything at all emotionally. You’ll be tired all the time, and stop/slow down moving physically. Not eating will make you restless, nervy and anxious, meaning you worry about things more than you normally would. You will be defensive and paranoid, and unable to rationalise as you normally would. Because your blood sugar levels are perpetually low, your eyesight will be affected and you’ll be grumpy as sin.

Your moods will drive you mad. One minute you will feel strong, the next you will be wanting to collapse. Your strength of will and sense of hope will fade. You will feel apathetic, uninterested and lazy. Everything will seem like a hassle, and everyone grey, tired and threatening in some cases. You will lose your temper easily, and will clam up and become withdrawn. Everything will feel pointless. You’ll do things because you have to, not because you feel like you want to. That means you’ll be spending most of your time on your own, watching TV, listening to music, or finding some kind of entertainment on the Internet to relieve your boredom. You won’t have as many texts on your phone and you’ll notice it’s been a while since you got phone calls from friends.

As you become more withdrawn, you’ll notice you actually try to create more physical barriers around yourself. Mostly this will mean that you stop talkng face to face and put a machine (PC, mobile phone) in the middle, or simply cross your arms, sit sideways and have an object (e.g. cushion) between you and other people. You’ll be confused because you feel better for feeling thin, but you still feel like a piece of shit that’s not worth anything.

You won’t notice that you are drinking more alcohol, and smoking more. Alcohol is a source of carbohydrate and reduces appetite, as well as warming you up – just like a tramp. You’ll see more empty bottles of wine lying around and go to the pub to keep away from the kitchen and the food in your house. You’ll find yourself drinking more tea and coffee, as the caffeine in them also reduces appetite. All of these things feel “warm” in the chest and give a strange sense of comfort. You have no comfort but will get it without realising you are doing it.

And once you’re down there, you won’t want to come out. You simply won’t have the energy or will to climb out. Self-pity will take over and your thinking will be negative. You won’t remember the last time you didn’t feel your cheeks so heavy when you smiled.

But it’s worth it! It will eventually make you thin, perfect and beautiful! If you just be strong!

The more you starve, the less attractive you get. It’s a bit like an alcoholic drinking himself stupid every day in an attempt to get sober. The more you shut down, the more isolated you get. The more unattractive and isolated you get, the more you want to starve and withdraw. A spiralling cycle – getting the picture yet?

Take a look at the following definition. I know i’ve featured it before but it’s a powerful concept.

paradox [par-uh-doks]
–noun

  1. a statement or proposition that seems self-contradictory or absurd but in reality expresses a possible truth.
  2. a self-contradictory and false proposition.
  3. any person, thing, or situation exhibiting an apparently contradictory nature.
  4. an opinion or statement contrary to commonly accepted opinion.

The objectives and desires that drive anorexia are self-contradictory and impossible by definition, which means it always ends in failure, all the time. Every single person who suffers with thinks it won’t be the same for them. The goals are hopelessly unreachable. It is a trap.

Now let’s take a look at just how eating disorders make you beautiful by comparing a sign/attribute of beauty with the equivalent result of shutting out food.

Beauty Blocking out food….
Athletic body Boney, pale and skinny body
Proportioned body Disproportionate body from rapid weight loss
Feminine shape Boyish/androgynous shape
Flowing silky hair Thin/flaky hair
Smile Expressionless/frown
Glowing skin Pale, dry, gaunt skin, poor circulation
Tanned Pale, anaemic
Long legs Boney disproportionately shaped legs
Bright full lips Pale chapped lips
White teeth Brittle calcium-deprived teeth
Small bum Boney disproportionate bum
Curvy hips Boyish hips
Sparkly eyes Dull sunken eyes
Blushed cheekbones Pale prominent cheekbones
Flat Stomach Stomach pouch raised
Big boobs Small hanging boobs
Shiny nails Brittle broken nails
Long eyelashes Eyelashes fall out
Prominent collarbones Heavily raised collarbones
Alluring cleavage Boney chest
Odorless lady parts Changed Ph, rotten flesh
Clear complexion Pale mineral-deficient complexion
Little body hair All over body Lanugo hair
Small calves Emphasised calves
Sweet smelling Increase in body odor
Tight figure in jeans Disproportionate/lacking shape
Raised shoulderblades Over-prominent bones
Rounded knees Nobbly/boney knees
Odorless breath Halitosis, dehydration
Small arms Boney arms, hanging skin
Beautiful without make-up Ill
Happy/Fun Miserable, headaches
Energetic Weak, Exhausted
Mature Childlike
Confident Anxious, self-conscious
Relaxed Intolerable hunger, irritation
Social life Drink heavily, can’t eat out
In control Controlled by eating disorder
Stands out Trying to fit in
Sharp thinking Impaired thinking and insight
Self-assured Obsessed with perfection
Outgoing/open Closed, withdrawn

Well it’s obvious. If you shut out food, you lose weight quickly and that makes you thin, which solves all your problems. Thin is beautiful and perfect. Being able to shut out the hunger makes you feel strong.

If you’re in control, why can’t you stop?
if you’re in control, why isn’t your body healthy?
If it will make everything ok, why are you so miserable?

The simple fact is this: eating disorders might help you cope, but they also make you ugly.

Perhaos instead of carrying out with the gentle silliness, we should look at a few other paradoxes in life that involve similar thinking.

You cannot become thin and beautiful by ruining your body.
You cannot become full and complete by emptying yourself.
You cannot become happy by doing things that make you miserable.
You cannot overrule nature without your body adapting and reacting to you abusing it.
You cannot be perfect when everyone finds different things attractive.
You cannot empathise with others if you do not have faults.
You cannot get your self-worth from other people.
You cannot get love by denying others your love.
You cannot get support by shutting down and pushing people away.
You cannot be understood by being silent.
You cannot cope with things by behaving in a way that makes it impossible to cope.
You cannot win a battle if you admit defeat before you start.
You cannot feel protected by isolating yourself.
You cannot get yourself out of a hole by refusing to come out.
You cannot move on with your life by just standing still.
You cannot receive affection if you surround yourself with barriers.
You cannot avoid pain if you act in a way that causes it.
You cannot calm someone’s anger by running away from it.
You cannot feel strong by weakening yourself.
You cannot be close to others by holding them at arm’s length.

Eating disorders have a mind of their own and encourage you to do things that keep them alive and going. The behaviour gets you the opposite of what you want and need.

The hardest thing for loved ones, other than watch the girl they care about totally isolate herself, fall into denial and depression, and ruin herself for martyrdom, is not knowing how to help. The first response you have is to control the situation - get mad, make demands, force-feed, make more demands and so on. Then you give up and go silent. You try to understand and help by making excuses. You try everything.

We can love a person’s being and still protect ourselves from their behaviour if that is necessary.  To think that loving someone means we have to accept being abused by them is dysfunctional - and it demonstrates a lack of love for our self.  If we do not know how to be loving to our self, then we cannot truly love another person in a healthy way.  If we do not honour our self, show respect for our self, by having boundaries - then the other person is not going to respect us.

Does any of this sound familiar? It should do, as it’s exactly what happens with alcoholics and drug addicts. By medical definition, eating disorders are an addiction. They are a way of coping, and a way of avoiding problems and responsibilties.

The worst possible thing you can do is to enable the eating disorder.

The most loving thing friends and families can do for a girl with an eating disorder is to stop enabling her by rescuing her from consequences. Enabling is doing for someone things that they could, and should be doing themselves. Simply, enabling creates a atmosphere in which the sufferer can comfortably continue her unacceptable behavior. It takes many forms, all of which have the same effect - allowing her to avoid the consequences of her actions.

A person who is acting out self-destructively has no reason to change if they do not ever suffer major consequences for their behaviour.  If they are rescued from consequences, they are enabled to continue practicing their addiction.

When you stop enabling someone, or refuse to enable them, their immediate reaction will be one of pain and outrage. They will see it as an outright act of hostility and/or withdrawal where you are screamed at that you are not being supportive. There is a very distinct difference between giving support and enabling an eating disorder. You are not required to give support if that “support” helps the disorder to continue.

A person can and should communicate their feelings, be open and state their needs. A person can and should be able to face up to difficult problems and deal with conflict. A person can and should be able to maintain their health, ask for help and be emotionally available. They should be able to cope without the use of an eating disorder. It is their responsible to stop these behaviours, find help and seek out new ways to cope.

How do you know the difference between helping her and enabling her?

Helping is doing something for someone that they are not capable of doing themselves. Enabling is doing for someone things that they could, and should be doing themselves. Enabling says someone else takes the responsibility away, whereas help/support requires her to take responsibility.

  • Immediately cease doing anything that allows them to continue their current harmful lifestyle.
  • Do nothing to ‘help’ the person that she could or would be doing herself if she were not starving.
  • Stop lying, covering up, or making excuses for them, such as ‘calling in sick’ for her.
  • Do not take on responsibilites or duties that rightfully belong to the person with the eating disorder.
  • Don’t ‘rescue’ the person by carrying her physically, making her eat or mopping up in the bathroom after her.
  • Do not scold, argue or plead with her. You will not win a control battle.
  • Stop making rationalizations for their irresponsible behaviours.
  • Do not react to her latest misadventures, so that she can respond to your reaction rather than her actions.
  • Do not try to starve with the sufferer.
  • Do not make excuses or try to avoid discomfort at mealtimes.
  • Set boundaries, don’t make threats, and stick to them.
  • Carefully explain to her the boundaries that you have set, and explain that the boundaries are for you, not for her.
  • Stop ignoring the problems caused by the eating disorder (health, arguments, withdrawal, social problems, financial, employment, legal)
  • They will also need someone to talk to, as most anorexics keep their feelings to themselves (for various reasons, common ones are fear and rejection).
  • Encourage them to be more open with their feelings and don’t judge.
  • Recognize their efforts to recover.

In some cases, that may involve ending the relationship. If a person’s behaviour is so destructive that it means that the obvious consequence in a normal situation would be the ending of the relationship, you  prepared to end it. Not enforcing boundaries and allowing yourself to be taken advantage of provides a consequence-free environment where the sufferer feels comfortable with continuing with their eating disorder.

Do not save them or try to find ways around not ending the relationship when the situation may necessitate it. They are responsible for their own feelings and behaviour, and there are nagative consequences that result from using eating disorder as a means of coping which they should be allowed to suffer. If they lose their relationship because of their eating disorder, so be it. You must not save them from that consequence or respond to their pleas for the consequence-free environment to continue.

It may be a long road to recovery. It may be hard. It may be something you have to do if you want to have a baby. It may be scary. It may seem impossible.

If you carry on, your daughter will suffer this too. You will lose the people you love. You will be alone. You will always be scared and isolated. You will always be a victim. It is your eating disorder that causes all of it. It is not the thing that saves you, it is the thing that keeps you ill and paralysed. It’s up to you to take control of the thing that has control over you. It is your enemy, not your friend. You think you’re alive, but you’re dead. It is the illness that is sucking your energy. It is the illness make you feel numb. It is the illness that makes you so weak and needy.

It is shutting down that makes you feel alone. It is not eating that makes you feel weak. It is running away from your problems that makes them become so bad. It is not setting bounraries that makes people run rampant over you. It is trying to control that makes you vulnerable. It is making yourself weak that stops you from being strong.

If you can train yourself to starve, count calories, purge, fight and resist the pain of hunger, you can train yourself to resist the need to shut down, block out and refuse food. You must save yourself. Opening up takes practice, and needs baby steps. But you have to do it, not just hope you will in the future. You have to research and learn new ways of coping. All that coping means is that instead of clamming up, you override that feeling and deliberately reach out to a friend. You tell them how you are feeling and ask for a hug. That’s it.

You work out who you can trust, and who you can rely on. And who you can’t.
Everyone has different levels of trustworthiness and reliability, so you treat each person differently.
You only share with loved ones you know won’t ignore you, humiliate you, or attack your vulnerability.
If you feel sad, you tell a friend and ask for a hug.
If you’re frustrated and resentment, you explain your wants and needs.
If you’re nervous or insecure, you ask for reassurance.
If you’re lonely, you invite someone out with you for the evening.
If you feel happy, you ring someone and tell them why, then jump around and smile.
If you’re scared, you ask someone to protect you.
If you’re bored, you find something to do that will entertain you and someone else.
If you’re angry, you learn how to confront someone assertively.
If you feel vulnerable, you set a list of boundaries and make people aware of them.
If you are struggling, you ask for help instead of trying to do it all yourself.

But as my sister so rightly put it, having been down in that hole.

The battle is over when you decide it is over.

03
Apr

starvation as your symbolic act

An ex of mine ranted at me last year when i told her i didn’t want to spend the next few months alone and planned just to get on with my life without her. “Well you obviously can’t be on your own then!” It was said angrily, and in a patronising judgemental tone that made it clear she was looking down on me for being “weak”. I replied that i was in control of myself and exercising choice. I could be alone if i needed to be, but i didn’t want to be. I didn’t need to be in a relationship, but it was my choice that i would like to share my life with someone. It is my choice, not a command. She just dismissed the whole idea. I told her that i had no control over her, but i did have over myself and my own choices. I walked and shut her out in return. I didn’t realise how much pain she couldn’t admit she was in.

This week i heard the same thing again, which helped me to realise how anorexia ties into the human psyche. I realise now what my ex was doing – she was shutting down and starving herself. But that starvation was with everything in her life, not just food. She prided herself on the ability to shut things out and endure deprivation as being “strong”, which is a weird source of identity and self-esteem. To her i was “weak” because she thought i was saying i wasn’t strong enough to resist the pain and hunger. Being able to withstand hunger and loneliness means you are big and “strong” and “in control”, whereas if you give in and are “emotional” about it, you are “weak” and controlled by other people and things. Being able to refuse and endure it means you are “independent” and “strong”.

She was out to prove to herself and everyone else that she was “strong” and doesn’t need to be in a relationship, simply as the truth is that she does (as we all do as humans are social and spiritual creatures), and she hates herself for it; for not being strong and emotionally decisive like everyone else seems to be. To be all those things that being able to resist hunger makes her feel like. Not being strong gets her ignored and abused. Not being able to stand being hungry or lonely is weakness that leaves her vulnerable and open to being hurt. Because she is always hungry and lonely, and is tired of feeling that way.

At times, she got too hungry and gave in. She hates herself for being “weak” every time she gives in, but she can’t help herself (s