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it was cool

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i loved it!!!!!!!

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dont change your body to make anyone feel good yor a good just the way you are.

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love yourself love myself peace-myg

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EVERYONE, please love yourself you are beautiful just the way you are. It is easy to believe that you aren't beautiful but you ARE. The mental state is not a safe place please love yourself for who you are and only change for the better.

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Don't fell bad about your body.

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your body is amazing no need to try to change it love yourself and other will

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If you have this mental disorder don't be afraid to receive help. You are beautiful just the way you are and help is seek able.

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The big monster inside wont stop you

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To anyone with bulimia:

Stay strong, be strong, think strong!
- a fellow friend

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Never think that you eating is the only option in life. You can always solve this disorder by seeking help

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To anyone with Bulimia, You should seek therapy or try to visit a rehab center so that you can get better.

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Bulimia serious condition and if you have it please seek help and support from medical pros.

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Big Ugly Lies Inside Me, I Ate.

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Anyone bulimia, I hope you can get through it and get better, I know how hard it must be.

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I was literally always self conscious of my body and appearance. Never was able to find self love and acceptance. At 14 I started throwing up. Not always. But every once and a while. Then I got sick with the flu at age 15. This cascaded into uncontrollable bulimia that lasted years and years. It was accompanied by bouts of vigorous exercise and cycles of binging and restricting.

By age 19 I was plagued with so much anxiety I never thought the cycles would stop. I got help and got a little better. I hoped I could continue this progress and end this disease forever.

Fast forward 8 years and I still struggle. I still have yet to find self love. I still find myself throwing up “trigger meals”   . I still struggle to cope when stressors get to high. I still am bulimic.
Not everyday. Not every meal. But I have unfortunately found that this mental illness latches on to your deep subconscious and genuinely never lets go. It’s not worth staying on medications to avoid the impulsive symptoms. So I try every day to cope and fight against my unnatural instinct to purge.

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I support you guys

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you can fight through it!!!

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My disorder began with restricting my food intake. I’d try to skip breakfast and barely eat lunch. My stomach would roll and growl all day long. I remember being embarrassed if the classroom was quiet enough for others to hear the rumbling. Inevitably, I’d return home in the afternoon after cheerleading practice absolutely ravenous. I’d binge on whatever I could find. Cookies, candy, chips, and all other sorts of junk food.

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"I destroyed my body for a peace of mind I never got"

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I developed my eating disorder as I entered adulthood. After graduating highschool I dove straight into college and my mental health fell apart. It never started as bulimia but it certainly grew into it after the restrictive eating took away my period. (That doesn't sound so bad, but to my disbelief I actually missed having it every month.)

Bulimia was never about throwing up. My body went on lock down any time i tried to purge, so I found another way: Laxatives. In the beginning it was every week, then every few days, then every day, and I would take more and more doses because the normal dose quit working for me. Yes it was excruciating, yes I despised it, but it made me feel in control. I decided when to empty myself. I decided what types of laxatives. I decided to keep it a secret.

I had reached my ultimate low. The handful of laxatives I took before bed sent me through hell. I couldn't stand up, I crawls across the floor to the bathroom in the middle of the night. I'll spare you the details, but it was so intense I swore my soul left my body. I stood to wipe and instead passed out, hitting my head against the sink on the way down. I woke on the bathroom floor, pants around my ankles. When I stood up I passed out again and smashed my head into the sink a second time just for good measure. My mother heard the ruckus and came in to see me looking like an absolute fool. The signs were all there yet I played it off like I was fine. The toilet wasn't even flushed, the evidence was quite literally laid out for her. Yet I still lied. She believed me and nothing came of it. I question how any parent would look at that scene and think "this is normal" and go about their life.

I knew then that if I didn't stop this behavior, I would never stop. No one would stop it for me, no one would see there was a problem. I could get away with it, until I died.

In that moment I decided I wanted to live. I was the only person who could do anything about my situation, I really was in control. I was ready to move on, or at least I was ready to tale the first step toward a recovery centered life. Let's be real, I didn't want to end up dead on the toilet covered in my own... Well.. You know.

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We would love to hear all about your brave eating disorder stories and questions or concerns about Bulimia Nervosa!