Hello, I am new and I came here in hope of sharing my troubles, because right now, I can't think of anyone in my entourage with whom I can be open about my problems.
I'm 22 years old, and I've already been through two torturous years of anorexia/bulimia that started when I was seventeen, that I luckily overcame, and of that I am rather proud. After that I resumed a normal diet, I've never had really bad eating habits, I don't like fast-food, I hate soda or any kind of soft drink, I eat my fair share of fruits, vegetables, proteins and all, and my lifestyle allows me to walk long distances everyday. However, I am one of those who really love sweet things, I really can't deprive myself of pastries and all... So I regained weight after my anorexia, that made me deeply miserable for a while, but with support and care I got over that feeling and gradually got back to being the somewhat well-balanced joyful girl I once was, yet even then I still haven't really been comfortable with my body, I always feel uneasy in my swimsuit or evening dress, I have a specific way of dressing that makes me feel comfortable and allows me to hide those body parts that I feel ashamed of, but I never fell into eating disorders again... until recently.
Four days ago, in our house, when I was about to sit down on the couch in an about 80 centimeter wide space between my mother and my brother, my brother said :" Sit somewhere else, you won't fit between us", ridiculous as it may sound, that sentence broke my heart, it's scary how sometimes one single sentence from someone can push you into hell, while I did easily fit in between him and mother, I was still devastated, how huge do I look if he thought I wouldn't fit in such a large space? So I thought to myself :"That's it, enough uneasiness and discomfort, I'm tired of being hurt by every single remark on my body, from now on I will start losing weight until I am satisfied with my image."
And then, overnight, I just stopped eating, I haven't eaten anything for 4 days, while there was that voice inside that tells me :"You don't wanna go through another tormenting phase of eating disorders" I still can't bring myself to eat anything, I'm scared of that overwhelming guilt I would feel if I ate, and I'm scared of rebounding or developping binge-eating disorder if I started eating again. I can't stop obsessing about my weight, I spend a lot of time searching for diets and ways to lose weight, I cry everytime I look at my body, and sometimes I cry for no reason at all, I feel constantly irritated and vulnerable, I avert my gaze evertime I pass by a mirror, I find it impossible to enjoy anything, I feel an urge to stab the body parts I'm uncomfortable with, I wish I could erase them, make them disappear. All these feelings seem very familiar.
I would welcome any advise from anyone because I am aware that right now my insecurities and fears are preventing me from seeing reason, I certainly don't want to suffer ED again, I just want to be happy, I want to enjoy my holidays, I want to be well-balanced and confident, but that too seems very hard and distant.