I'm new here...my fiance pushed me to join some sort of group. It kills him to listen to me hating myself. It kills him to hear me call myself fat...it kills him to know that he can't do anything for me. That's why I'm here, I guess.
So I don't really know how I'd classify myself...I've got very strange dietary habits, it's true. I've never had the strength to stop eating altogether, but I go for long periods of time on an empty stomach and sometimes have one large or medium-sized meal at the end of the day. I have very limited dietary preferences, and generally after I eat I exercise compulsively for about an hour.
My weight? 143 pounds. How long has it been that way? About four years. The fat just won't go away. I look in the mirror and I'm disgusted with myself...
If I look at a height/weight chart, I'm "normal". Um, I live in America. Aren't we among the fattest countries in the world? "Normal" in America is gigantic anywhere else. And it's not so much about the number of pounds...it's the way they're distributed. I'm lumpy. I'm disgusting. Muffin top, potbelly, thunder thighs, flappy upper arms, love handles...how is it that no one can see how fat I am? Why do none of my friends or my fiance get that I'm huge and disgusting? (Not that anything could really be done about my face...I'm ugly no matter how skinny I get.)
But still...why can't I lose the weight? I'm disgusting! I barely eat and the number on the scale doesn't even fluctuate.
Frankly, at this point, I have no interest in being "healthy". I tried that.
All I want is to be skinny. I want to fit into size five jeans. I want to look good in a bikini. I don't want to feel like crying every time I look in a mirror. I want to actually believe it when people tell me I'm beautiful and thin. I want to have that for myself.
But at the same time...my mind is telling me, "Kat...hating yourself is no way to live. But is being thin really something to die for?" I don't know the answer to that question. But I do know that I have a fiance who loves me and can't stand to see me in so much pain. I'm not just living for myself anymore.
So I'm here for help. I want to get better. I don't know whether that means I want to start accepting myself or if I want to lose the weight so I can be happy...but I'm not happy where I am and I want to get better. I'm sick of hating myself.