paradox
Joined: 16 Sep 2006 Posts: 172 Location: Southern California
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 1:36 am Post subject:
Never Stop Fighting
Subject description: thoughts about ana/mia by paradox
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“To be nobody-but-yourself-in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else—
means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.”
e.e. cummings
“What I'm saying, do you understand?
Do you know what it's like to feel inadequate?
And the future ahead has no place for you
As if you ever thought it did
Alone in my shell, if I come out I'll die
I don't want to escape though I should
No, just leave me alone, I don't want your help!!
Yeah, if you could ease my pain you would (right!)
…You're correct, I've absolved my self-control”
Dark Angel, “The Promise of Agony”
Up until now, I’ve resisted starting an online journal. Its sort of scary putting yourself out there like that. And I’m not sure that my thoughts will be any help to anyone else, but I’m going to try, so here goes.
I wish I could pinpoint exactly when my eating disorder started. I’ve definitely suffered from “disordered eating” my entire life. I’m an identical twin, which automatically sets you up for having a best friend for life (a good thing) as well as someone to whom everyone will compare you, for better or worse, for your whole life (a not good thing). I had the distinction of being the “bigger” twin, and older by a whole five minutes. I didn’t want to be either. When a person would comment “your sister is so tiny”, I always heard the implicit “and you’re huge and fat.”
I’m sure now, looking back with an adult’s perspective, that anyone who commented on my sister would be mortified to know how I twisted their words around. But the fact is, I did, and I think that started me on the road to ruin that would culminate in mia and finally ana years down the road.
It seems particularly fucked up that my eating disorder is rapidly spiraling out of control so late in my life. I can’t even get that right!
I had my shit together relatively well in high school. I guess I thought at the time that it wasn’t even worth bothering to try to “out-skinny” my sister. I had an enormous chip on my shoulder at the time and blamed a big part of my dissatisfaction on not being thin enough. This also seems ironic now, looking back, because I weighed 107 pounds at the end of my senior year (at 5’5”) and that sounds pretty thin to me now. I don’t compare myself to other people weight wise because I’m smart enough to know everyone has different body types and amounts of muscle mass and carries weight differently. Everyone, hello, except your identical twin. And she weighed 92 pounds at the time, so you do the math. Fifteen pounds more = fat and disgusting.
Even college was more or less okay. I sort of “fell into” mia and binged and purged occasionally. But I don’t handle stress well, and when I get stressed, all my horrible feelings about myself come to the surface. And purging is my punishment of choice.
So here I am, in my late thirties, stressed on the job, hating life, and trying to control my weight while simultaneously losing control entirely. Things are getting bad, guys.
It’s probably apparent to anyone who’s read any of my posts that I have a very large amount of self-hatred right now. I despise myself. Vehemently. I feel like a complete and total failure who ended up amounting to nothing in my life, as I always feared. I had a really successful job but I couldn’t hack it and ending up taking a less demanding job. More fuel for the “you’re not good enough” fire. I know you can all relate.
All I seem to have anymore to hold onto is ana and mia. And you know, I hate that mia bitch and wish I could kick her ass for good, but I can’t. For those of you who have read the book “Wasted”, I particularly relate to the part where Marya describes transitioning from mia to ana, and comments that “some people move effortlessly between the two, torn between two lovers.” She remarks that she gradually moved to ana but was so addicted to mia that she had a hard time just giving it up. Amen to that. I hate mia so much. Not just the physical toll that years of binging and purging have taken on me, but the feelings of disgust and self-loathing that go along with it. And the time and effort it takes.
I can imagine that if anyone was ever following me in my car, they’d assume I was crazy. . All you mias raise your hands- how many of you cruise from place to place, buying a little bit here and there to fuel your binges but never enough in one place to arouse suspicion…stuff your face driving to the next place…repeat ad nauseum, also stopping at specific sites along the way to purge (or stopping at home, purging, then taking off again)? I hate it! Half the time I’m crying as I’m driving and I’m thinking of all the money I’m wasting, and what a disappointment I am to everyone who cares about me. And those are the times I say I will absolutely never binge again, even if that means I’ll never eat again. Because I have zero self control. Zero. I’m a pathetic loser. The resolve never holds. I end up back where I started, needing to binge just so I can have that comforting empty feeling after a successful purge. And then take a ton of diuretics so my face won’t look so puffy, and maybe take laxatives if it was a day when I really want to punish my body, and cut to get rid of the feelings of disgust. Yeah, that about covers it.
The reason it’s getting so bad is because I know now that there is no such thing as thin enough for me. I think I crossed that line somehow, somewhere. I should really remove my ticker. It’s no longer accurate, probably. I have no idea what I weigh. I was 113 when I last stepped on a scale, and I feel much bonier now than I was then, but I’m terrified of what the scale will say, so I avoid it. And it doesn’t matter what the scale says, because in the mirror, I’m still fat. You all know the feeling. I can trace my ribs, cup my hands completely around my collar bones, but that seems only like it would be thin on someone else. Not on me. My thighs are still much too big. I hate my wide shoulders…I still always feel self conscious going into clothing stores in the mall, so sure that the sales people are thinking I’m too fat to wear any cute clothes and being self conscious about the way my ass looks ginormous in jeans
I’m not sure what made me vent tonight. Dollybabe, maybe it was your suggestion to start a journal. Anyway, I’m having a really shitty day. Was fasting so well and today totally binged on those damned Skittles again and French fries. Bleccch! Now I’ve purged again and my throat is so raw and I have heartburn that just aches so badly. All my muscles ache today, too, and my stress fracture in my right leg hurts like a sonof-a-bitch. I’m falling apart. I hate myself.
. I can’t even starve properly. And I’m hurting my family, who know about my ED, but not how bad it truly is. No one else to worry about. I couldn’t maintain my last relationship because it became more important to binge and purge and starve in secret than to be honest and spend time with my boyfriend. I wanted to be entirely alone so no one could deter me from my path. Whether it’s the path to salvation or self destruction, I haven’t figured out yet.
I’m so fucking tired.
Thank you all for always being here, my fellow anas and mias. Noone without an eating disorder could ever hope to understand
You don’t chose ana. She choses you. And holds on for dear life.
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