Hi,
I was always the girl that everyone loved. I was popular, I was friendly, I was nice, I was fun… I was G.O. in my school. I was a role model. I got straight A’s and B’s. My teachers adored me. I came from the “perfect” family. I got along with everyone and everyone got along with me. I was “normal”. So when I got diagnosed with an eating disorder I told the doctors and nurses that they were talking to the wrong girl. It just couldn’t be me, because these things never happened to me. It just wasn’t my type. They must be mistaken. They have to be mistaken. Me? Eating disorder? No.
After a long and hard (and rewarding!) journey to recovery, I allowed myself to believe my diagnosis. Once I acknowledged, that yes, I do struggle from an eating disorder I permitted myself to take part in the road of recovery. And yes, throughout my journey I had moments that I couldn’t believe this was happening to me, the most popular girl in the whole school, the role model. I had to constantly remind myself that although it is hard to comprehend I have an eating disorder because its not, “me”. I had to remind myself what my type really is. That is, to fight. Recovery is me. I am fighter. I do not give up. I am winner. And that is my “type”.