i have struggled with my body image and self esteem since i was about 9 or 10 years old. at 11 or 12 i started crash dieting - skipping meals, that kind of thing. when i was 15 i developed depression and at 16 my problems with anxiety bubbled over into the realm of a disorder. at 18 i started having panic attacks. at 19 my disordered eating truly took hold and my weight plummeted. not as low as other people, but enough to get it stuck in my head that that was all i was good at.
this evening as i was making my non-diet galaxy hot chocolate i got to thinking - why do i have to keep telling myself that what i'm eating won't make me fat? why does it matter if i get fat? would i automatically turn into a horrible person? no, i wouldn't. i'd be the same old me, a little larger and probably a lot happier. i'd much rather be a fat, successful psychiatrist who helps people turn their own lives around, than a thin, dying medical school drop out who believed she could be both emaciated and top of her class.
but alas, i will continue to have to reassure myself that i won't get fat. the BMI i have maintained at for the longest periods of my life is around 22, which is within the normal range. i run, i do yoga, i eat loads of fruit and veg. i am healthy physically, but not mentally. maybe one day i'll be able to wake up and get out of bed without having to ritualise checking my body to make sure i haven't blown up overnight, won't have to decide between chips and bread, won't have to awkwardly check the nutrition information of a chocolate bar. isn't that what we're all hoping for? a normal life?