wannabslim
Gold Member
I would like to share the story of my bad relationship with food, as I have been addressing my demons recently and think I have finally understood why I ended up overweight
this is a big breakthrough for me and I think it may actually end up in me getting some counselling to help me move on from this point.
So, deep breath, here goes... (its a long story)!!!
At the age of 8, my mum started cutting my portions and telling me I couldn't have the same treats as my brothers. Despite being as active as them I just couldn't eat the same amount without putting on weight. I have always put it down to our genes as they are tall and slim where I am short and curvy!
So my mum decided to take action before it was too late and cut down my intake. I noticed. Oh boy did I notice. I didn't feel hungry mind, no, I hardly noticed any hunger at all. But it affected me in a way my mum could never have anticipated and she probably will never really know as I am afraid to upset her by telling her.
So what was my reaction? I internalised what she was doing and developed a complex. I believed my portions were being cut because I was fat, and I was not. I looked at myself in the mirror, aged 8 and hated myself, even though looking at photos now I was a perfectly normal, healthy child. I don't blame my mum for this 'dysmorphia' but her decision to cut my portions down also led to my brothers calling me 'fatty' which obviously didn't help.
I began to eat in private for fear that my family would comment on the odd chocolate bar or bag of crisps I would eat from time to time as most kids do. I would hide the wrappers down the side of my bed so no-one would find out, and I remember the panic I felt when my mum would announce she was going to give my room "a top to toe clean", as I was so afraid she would find them.
Aged 10 I HAD started to put on weight, due to the rise in pocket money I could afford more chocolate to eat in private. My mum put me on a diet she was doing. The rest of the family ate as normal. I felt disgusted by my body, and throughout my teens,although I was a size 12 with curves in all the right places, I felt I was fat, and different to everyone else. Not just a bit fat, I felt really fat. But I wasn't. As I got older I felt that no matter what I did I would always be fat, as all I saw in the mirror was a 'fatty'. So I didnt worry about how much/what I ate, as I thought it made no difference, no matter how big I ACTUALLY was, I still felt huge.
And so it came about that I DID become huge. And now, aged 23 I am still a stone and a half overweight having been dieting for nearly 2 years. I was 4 stone overweight at my heaviest, it was disgusting. I am only now starting to understand the deep reasons for the way I feel about myself, and sometimes find myself wishing I could see myself from a stranger's perspective so I could have a true picture of how I really look, instead of this distorted image I see in the mirror. Or is it distorted? I don't know anymore.
So why am I telling you all this?? Its because I think theres a lesson to be learned from my past... which is, that children are VERY sensitive and the slightest hint that there is something not quite right with them can affect the rest of their lives in ways which to other people might seem crazy, but to those who it affects it can lead to depression, anxiety, dysmorphia and eating disorders.
I should know.
Just wanted to share. Feel a bit stupid now but this post is too long to delete!
So, deep breath, here goes... (its a long story)!!!
At the age of 8, my mum started cutting my portions and telling me I couldn't have the same treats as my brothers. Despite being as active as them I just couldn't eat the same amount without putting on weight. I have always put it down to our genes as they are tall and slim where I am short and curvy!
So my mum decided to take action before it was too late and cut down my intake. I noticed. Oh boy did I notice. I didn't feel hungry mind, no, I hardly noticed any hunger at all. But it affected me in a way my mum could never have anticipated and she probably will never really know as I am afraid to upset her by telling her.
So what was my reaction? I internalised what she was doing and developed a complex. I believed my portions were being cut because I was fat, and I was not. I looked at myself in the mirror, aged 8 and hated myself, even though looking at photos now I was a perfectly normal, healthy child. I don't blame my mum for this 'dysmorphia' but her decision to cut my portions down also led to my brothers calling me 'fatty' which obviously didn't help.
I began to eat in private for fear that my family would comment on the odd chocolate bar or bag of crisps I would eat from time to time as most kids do. I would hide the wrappers down the side of my bed so no-one would find out, and I remember the panic I felt when my mum would announce she was going to give my room "a top to toe clean", as I was so afraid she would find them.
Aged 10 I HAD started to put on weight, due to the rise in pocket money I could afford more chocolate to eat in private. My mum put me on a diet she was doing. The rest of the family ate as normal. I felt disgusted by my body, and throughout my teens,although I was a size 12 with curves in all the right places, I felt I was fat, and different to everyone else. Not just a bit fat, I felt really fat. But I wasn't. As I got older I felt that no matter what I did I would always be fat, as all I saw in the mirror was a 'fatty'. So I didnt worry about how much/what I ate, as I thought it made no difference, no matter how big I ACTUALLY was, I still felt huge.
And so it came about that I DID become huge. And now, aged 23 I am still a stone and a half overweight having been dieting for nearly 2 years. I was 4 stone overweight at my heaviest, it was disgusting. I am only now starting to understand the deep reasons for the way I feel about myself, and sometimes find myself wishing I could see myself from a stranger's perspective so I could have a true picture of how I really look, instead of this distorted image I see in the mirror. Or is it distorted? I don't know anymore.
So why am I telling you all this?? Its because I think theres a lesson to be learned from my past... which is, that children are VERY sensitive and the slightest hint that there is something not quite right with them can affect the rest of their lives in ways which to other people might seem crazy, but to those who it affects it can lead to depression, anxiety, dysmorphia and eating disorders.
I should know.
Just wanted to share. Feel a bit stupid now but this post is too long to delete!