Bingeing was a feature of my eating disorder from the latter stages of my anorexia right through to my recovery. My physical (weight over time) journey looked like this:
The excerpt you are about to read describes the period when I left hospital (still low weight) and proceeded to binge like never before. I felt like my best efforts to be the kind of person I thought I needed to be (good girl, perfect) had failed and I began to punish myself ruthlessly for my failure. But the binges were not only about punishment. They also reflected a desperate hunger to be accepted as I was and a deep despair that such acceptance seemed so impossible.
This excerpt is provided to generate the self and other compassion so vital to recovery. I encourage you to read it within the context of my story described in Illuminating Anorexia.
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