I've had an eating disorder for going on four years now. There have been high points and very low points and somehow I have managed to avoid ever being forced into any kind of treatment for it which I will be eternally gratefu for, even though I'm sure my mum and some close friends knew what was going on. I managed to do alright in my GCSEs and very well in my A levels even though I was only eating about 500 calories a day, and then I went travelling all summer and ate very little, not because I was actively starving myself but because I spent a lot of time in very hot places or at altitude where I just lost my appetite and food made me feel sick. I was trekking a lot so I toned up and got a lot fitter. I weighed a lot less then than I do now but I can't see the difference in my body which just goes to show how much I misunderstood what I saw in the mirror. I had a gap year and went to live with my dad where I really learned to enjoy food again and gained a lot of weight. Even though I never learned to love my body and was still repulsed by seeing my own reflection, I was so enjoying being healthy and active and eating properly that I managed not to go bat**** crazy and start restricting again. It was when I came home 6 weeks ago and got on the scales that I found out I'd gained about 20 pounds in less than a year that I really freaked out. Suddenly I had boobs and hips (bigger hips, I've always had out of proportion hips and I HATE them) and I really really hated feeling like I had a 'womanly' figure. Since then I have lost about half the weight I put on and am completely immersed back into my old ways. The worst thing is that I am happy about it, even though I know it will be hell, and I am already starting to feel how I used to feel. I start uni in 3 weeks and the thing I am most looking forward to is being able to get away with eating nothing at all.
I've come to realise why I find it so hard to break out of the cycle, and why I always come back to this. I was 16 when it began, and in a week's time I will turn 20. I spent some of the most formative years of my life consumed by anorexia. It became an integral part of me. I don't know who I am without it.