Energize Your Life. Authentic Living and Links of Love.
MY STORY — Part One.
I’m not exactly sure when it all started. I do know that many things happened within the same year which contributed to my emotional eating and eventual body distortion issues and bulimia.
I was such a mess but lived with a cheerful, happy face. Good student. Supportive friend. Popular. Apparently adjusted to my family’s dysfunction.
How do our bad habits start? With anger and tension in your home and a strict father with very high standards? After a trusted friend tells you that you can stick your finger down your throat and throw up the food you just ate (you won’t have to count the calories)? After some boys say something derogatory about your figure, while you’re in line for an ice cream cone? (Incidentally, it was about my J-LO butt, which was obviously not the rage back then.)
I know that I started walking behind the bleachers at our high school basketball games after that comment. I feared being laughed at or ridiculed — I figured everyone thought the same thing when they saw me (“She’s cute and fun but she has a bubble butt. Next, please.”)