Repost from my livejournal. This was written in late 2011, and were I writing it today, I'd make several changes. Rather than a current picture of my struggles with disordered eating, consider this is a snapshot of where I was a couple years ago.
Trigger Warning: disordered eating, sexual assault
Anorexia is a weird thing.
For a girl who was
300+ lbs throughout high school, anorexia was always the terrible
disease I longed to catch. I tried being anorexic--not dieting, I mean,
I tried cultivating a fear and hatred for food. Didn't work, for the
obvious reasons. So I had a gastric bypass, which may or may not have
been about as destructive (my intestines ruptured; I nearly died). It
got the job done, and I made the decision with my eyes wide open about
possible deadly consequences (though no one mentioned intestinal
rupture!), so I don't waste time regretting my decision. Anyway.
A gastric bypass isn't a magic bullet, especially when you are very heavy pre-surgery. The first year, it's impossible not
to lose weight, but after that, you're on your own. I got down to
about 180 lbs, then went to rehab and shot up to 230 lbs pretty quick.
Since I had lost over 100 lbs, I was still considered a success story,
but it certainly didn't feel that way. So I resolved to try and lose
weight again, and began actually doing healthy things, like limiting
food intake and exercising. All for the good.
That changed after I was raped.