It’s Eating Disorder Awareness Week right now and so I decided I’d share my story with you. It’s not dramatic, or extreme, I was never clinically diagnosed with an eating disorder, I’ve never been anything other than a normal, healthy weight, but I do believe I had disordered eating, and it was probably more recently than I like to admit.

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What Is An Eating Disorder?

Before I begin, let’s define what an eating disorder is. When we hear the words ‘eating disorder’ our minds usually jump straight to anorexia or bulimia, something reserved just for those who are hospitalised because they’re so sick that their bodies can’t function anymore. Yet according to the NHS’s website, an eating disorder is categorised as ‘having an unhealthy relationship with food’ or ‘being obsessed with your body shape or weight’. Thinking about these two definitions, it opens up the moniker to a lot more people than you’d think. I wonder how many of you reading this HAVEN’T gone through a period in life where you’ve had an unhealthy relationship with food, aka feeling guilty about eating something, having a binge, eating a severely reduced number of calories to change your body shape etc? And how many of you haven’t at one point been obsessed with how your body looks. And let me say there’s a difference between wanting to lose weight to be healthy, and wanting to lose weight because we’ve been told by society that a size 8 is healthy and if you’re a size 12 with even just a millimetre of extra flesh on your tummy that you’re not healthy.

My Eating Disorder Story

So keeping this in mind, I’ll come back to me, just for a short while. I’ve always been a tall person, and have varied around a size 10/12 my whole life. The main issues probably started when I was about 14, and at first it was just general teenagery, cutting out pictures from magazines of Lily Donaldson and bluetacking them to my wall, wishing I could look like her (and the fact I call this general teenagery is a problem in itself). Until I went on the pill at age 17 I had always been very thin, so when I started taking it I gained a little bit of weight, but I was for sure still totally healthy. I’m not entirely sure what triggered it but this is when the problem really started. I began to hate my body. I was discovering sex, I was at that awkward age where I wasn’t quite an adult but I also wasn’t really a young teenager anymore, all my peers were just as body conscious as me, Gossip Girl was a brand new TV show and Blake Lively and Leighton Meester were prefect and slim and that’s what everyone wanted to be, perfect and slim.

I don’t remember my first binge, but I would end up eating so much pizza/chocolate/sweets that I would get to the point where I felt horrifically nauseous and would have to stick my fingers down my throat to get it all out. It was a combination of feeling ill and not wanting that obscene amount of food being digested by my body. This would follow by vowing not to eat breakfast the next morning, taking these ridiculous açai tablets from Holland and Barrett that I thought would make me not hungry and literally putting a few drops of milk into a bowl with some cereal crumbs and leaving it on the side so that my mum would think I’d had breakfast.

Things seemed to hit an all time low at uni, I remember trying on a pair of flared yoga pants in Abercrombie & Fitch and being so horrified at what I saw in the mirror that I cried in the changing rooms. How on earth did the way I look make me cry?! How is it okay that we have a culture that made this a thing? The thing is this stayed with me into recent years. In 2016 before I found yoga, the amount of times I’d go and look in the mirror in my work toilets to see how my abs were looking is totally absurd. Counting calories was absurd. Berating myself for having too much chocolate was absurd. Making myself throw up for fear of getting fat was absurd. But I know I’m not the only one. The fact that I’m writing this article just proves that it’s still very much an issue. And maybe your eating disorder hasn’t characterised itself as sticking your fingers down your throat, but I can be certain in thinking that about 80% of people (and I say people because I know this is an issue for guys too) have had or still have some kind of complex with the food they eat or with the way their body looks. Some days those thoughts still creep in telling me I’m not good enough, but I’m happy to say that for the most part they’re no more.

Hating Your Body Isn’t Normal

You think Slimming World and Weight Watchers is good and healthy? You’re wrong. You think counting calories and dieting in any way is all good? If you’re doing it to lose weight or tone up or whatever (unless you’ve been specifically asked by your doctor to do so) because you’re unhappy with your body and you think being smaller will answer all your problems then in my opinion your relationship with food is in some way disordered. Do you think cave men and cave women used to have to count calories? Do you think neanderthalean women used to pull at their fat in front of a mirror? No. Because there’s a lot more to life than how we look and making ourselves feel guilty for not looking like people who are stuck on the front of magazine covers. We’ve got lost. And it’s not one person’s fault, it’s an amalgamation of the media, big companies feeding on our insecurities to make money and social media making us think life will be better if we look this way or if we look that way and magazines labelled ‘health’ magazines only putting pictures of scantily clad size 8 women on their covers. Sure, aim for health, aim for a body that works at its optimum and keeps you healthy, happy and safe, but do not think that being a size or being a certain weight means you’re not good or whole or any less of a human being than that ‘skinny girl’ on TV.

It makes me so fucking sad to think that there are people out there who are unhappy with their bodies. Covering up at the beach because they’re so self conscious of their tummy rolls. When did we decide that tummy rolls are a bad thing? Why do we think being slim is a goal? I can’t answer that for you. But what I can say is that whatever your body looks like right now it’s incredible. Perfection is fucking boring and not even worth your time pursuing because FUN FACT you will NEVER EVER be perfect so what’s even the point? Save yourself some pain and some time and start to just look in the mirror, and tell yourself that you’re beautiful and that you love yourself. Exercise because it makes you feel good and because you want to be that cool grandma when you’re 70 who still goes for walks and can run after her grandkids in the garden. Eat food that you know will make you feel good physically and eat something that makes your brain feel good every once in a while. Don’t restrict, live in abundance. Spread the feeling around. Teach your children to love themselves. This is how we eliminate eating disorders. This is how we make sure that no other teenager looks at herself in the mirror and hates what she sees.

I would just like to do a follow up to a post I wrote a while ago on the use of hashtags on instagram, associated with anorexia and other eating disorders (read my original article here). In my article I wrote about my dismay at the fact that hashtags such as #thinspo and #anorexia were no longer banned by instagram. Having read all the responses I received, my opinion on the use of #anorexia, #bulimia and other similar hashtags changed, as many people pointed out that instagram users use these hashtags to promote their journeys through these illnesses, and that they are not always used in such a negative connotation.

Whilst certain hashtags can be used to show how sufferers are battling with these eating disorders, I still cannot support the use of hashtags such as #thinspo, #thinspiration and the like. And I am super super pleased to announce that I have recently discovered that #thinspo and #thinspiration are both once again banned from instagram, as well as #proanorexia and #probulimia, so whenever anyone searches for that hashtag, nothing will come up! Bravo instagram!!

HR xo

I have just finished reading an article on Cosmopolitan.com, (read it hereInstagram lifts ban on #thinspo. I am an avid user of Instagram (almost too avid my friends might say), but I think I have been hashtagging along naively. It never even crossed my mind that people would be hashtagging the words #anorexia, #bulimia, #fasting, #starving etc.

But I did some investigation and found that there are over 1 million pictures with the hashtag ‘anorexia’, over 700,000 with #bulimia, 2 million with #ana (a nickname to personalise anorexia, I know WTF) and 1.3 million with #ed (eating disorder). When searching these hashtags, each time you are given a warning saying “Please be advised: These images may contain graphic content. For information and support with eating disorders please tap on learn more” you then have an option to click “Learn more” “Show posts” or “Cancel”. Now come on Instagram, do you really think anyone is going to click on “Learn more”. Do the people behind Instagram really think that they’re helping anyone by giving them the option to click onto a national eating disorders website? If somebody is searching Instagram for #anorexia, they need more than just an information website. Image

This really made me sick to my stomach because I know a few people who’ve suffered with eating disorders, one of whom I am extremely close to, and I bet I have many more friends who’ve suffered with anorexia or bulimia without me knowing. Some of the Instagram accounts I came across in my search had names such as “starving_til_perfect”, “starving_with_ana”, “skinnydreams” “lostappetite”. These accounts have posted pictures of incredibly thin girls with ribs on show, drawings of skeletons, and quotes that promote starvation, for example: “pretty girls don’t eat”. If the people behind these accounts are actual eating disorder sufferers, they need help, and I believe Instagram needs to be more active. I have gone through many pictures this morning signalling them as inappropriate, but there’s only so much I can do. Earlier this year, these images were indeed bans, and users’ accounts were disabled, but for some reason, Instagram has lifted the ban…. why? I really can see zero reason for them to lift it. This ban also stemmed to #suicide, which currently has 1.2 million images hashtagged and after going through the same warning message, can still all be viewed. When I tried to email Instragram and tell them I believe these should be banned, I was unable to contact them as something ‘mysteriously’ went wrong.

This whole issue has made me think about the freedom of speech. I imagine that Instagram had a few complaints about the ban, as some may believe it contradicts ones’ right to Freedom of Speech, particularly in the U.S.A where this right is protected under the First Amendment. But is this one of those situations where it’s excluded? Having done some research, whilst many measures have been taken to police the internet of racism, child pornography and terrorism, there seems to be very little information when it comes to self-harm or eating disorders.

A few years ago there was outrage at a Halloween costume, brandishing the name “Anna Rexia”, which was subsequently taken down from sale and the company responsible stopped production. However it resurfaced this year and caused a lot of controversy as it makes light of the serious eating disorder.

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I could go on for hours on this subject but I think I will stop there. What are your opinions on the matter? I’d love to know.

HR xo