At that time, it had been over a year since I had started losing weight on my own. I was frequently scolded by doctors and told that I didn’t understand how dangerous it was to have a body like mine. Three months later, after the biggest relapse of my eating disorder to date, I was admitted into the hospital in Virginia. After losing 168 pounds — but gaining a confused sense of self — I found myself with two public-facing jobs in the food service industry. My relationship with food and my body felt almost irreparable, and experiencing the stark contrast in how people treated me depending on the size of my body left me terrified and bewildered.

Source: Huffington Post July 02, 2024 15:06 UTC