Wei-Wei

let’s think back.

In Uncategorized on May 15, 2010 at 5:24 pm

i read this post on one of my

started-but-failed-midway

blogs, from right in the smack-dab

middle of my ED.

that blog eventually sort of died,

because i was getting literally no comments

and y’all know how much i love comments.

here. read it. i read it. i cried.

it’s like… well, i don’t know.

reading about how i felt back then

is key to healing me now.

Nov. 28th, 2009 at 11:37 AM

Let’s start with a confession, from two weeks ago.

I confessed to my best friend, let’s call her Ella, two weeks ago, after a class we took together on a Sunday, at the bottom of empty stairs at the mall, how I feel, what I eat, and all those unspoken thoughts that I would never have thought to reveal. She understood, and I loved her for understanding. She promised not to tell, and I loved her most for that. So I hugged her, and with good feelings we went on our way.

I suppose you know what I confessed to her, from all these insinuations and rants and screaming on this blog. Not like anyone ever reads it, but still.

I partially have an eating disorder. I am on the borderline between unhealthy dieting and anorexia. I don’t even think I am good at being anorexic.

The thing I am most ashamed of is that my mother prepares breakfast for me to eat on the bus everyday. I throw it away almost as soon as I get to school. Wrapping it in paper towels and carefully placing it in the bin.

I skip lunch. I have no friends to eat it with, so nobody misses me anyways.

When I get home, I eat as little as possible. I try as hard as I can to remain vegetarian. I will avoid starchy foods such as pasta, rice and bread.

I desperately try to keep under xyz calories a day. I tried a “punishment” system for two days, but recently I’ve just become too tired at night so I just skip my exercises and go to sleep.

Anyway, moving on: I also have another friend. Let’s call her… Nadia. She is dreadfully skinny and tall, and does not eat much. I got so angry at her yesterday because:
1) My friend Ella wrote about me and that confession in an electronic diary on her computer.

2) Last year Nadia and I were both guilty of stealing that diary several times to read. But now, I ask for it nicely, but Nadia still steals.

3) Nadia was once again guilty of stealing it within the past week. She saw the entry about me and tried to confront me about it.

4) Unlike Ella, she was concerned and started talking about “this is a serious problem” and how she wanted to tell somebody.

5) I started to cry. I think that shocked her, because I never cry. But she doesn’t know that I cry at a drop of a hat recently. Most of the time I don’t even wait for the damn hat.

6) What makes me the angriest is how she and her new friends are treating Ella. I am becoming more and more Ella-like, being unreactive, quiet and studious. So Nadia and her three new gossipy, excitable friends sit on the couch on one side of the table, and me and Ella sit on the other. They gossiped and giggled and screamed and left us out. “We don’t leave her out intentionally, she just doesn’t make any effort to join us.” I understand why now. It’s simply too hard, too tiring to try to become like them.

7) No, what makes me the ANGRIEST is that Nadia knew about my problem, and yet what did she eat for dinner? What did they all eat for dinner? She had a mango smoothie and a lemon cheesecake. That is ALL. In front of me. Doesn’t she know how triggering that is? I can’t believe it.

So now I’m stuck. I don’t know what to do but cry, and I want to go back to sleep but then my mom will know something is wrong and confront me about it. I can’t tell her about any of this. I can’t tell anyone about this, goddammit.

I think I kinda want to die right now.

i feel so bad for that girl back then.

i wish she could have known how much she was

sabotaging herself and her own feelings.

i wish she could have known what i know today

which is that there are people out there who understand

and that there are people out there who can help.

i wish she could have understood what she was losing.

**

Do you have any records or diaries from when you had an ED? How does it make you feel when you read entries from it? (I really hope that this post didn’t bring back too many bad memories. I’m really sorry if it did. :()

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  1. when i read stuff i wrote when i was in the middle of my ED or even think about myself then compared to now i feel sorry for that girl too…it just gets to the point where you are SO sick and tired of being preoccupied with food ALL the time and yet you don’t know how to not be…its exhausting and ultimately…miserable..i feel so much happier now…to look at how i was to how i am now..i still have a long way to go in recovering but i can say that im proud of my progress..

    • I’m proud of your progress, too! I’ve only read a couple of your comments but you seem like a really nice, strong person. It’s heartbreaking sometimes to read stuff from when you were sad… you know yourself so well, it’s kind of like watching a friend suffering. I feel sorry for the people we used to be, but even more so I feel hopeful for the people we are and are becoming. Stay strong! 🙂

      Wei-Wei

  2. I dont have any diary entries that are too triggering but I have read a few random written down things here and there and it does make me sad how sad I used to be. Sure it’s still hard now but I’m no where near where I used to be. I’m happy for you and your progress. Keep it up and don’t punish yourself girl for anything. Sometimes I fall off the wagon but I just forget about the day and then start fresh again the next day. Eating shouldn’t be this hard!

    • I agree – eating IS enjoyable, we all know that, and denying ourselves this basic need, this basic PLEASURE, is certainly no fun, nor is it particularly sensible/reasonable/logical. I’m proud of how far you’ve come (heyyyy, gorgeous! ;)) and I hope everyone reading this blog can relate with what we’re going through. We have to keep fighting! 😀

      Wei-Wei

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