“An Empty Home & An Empty Stomach: My Lifelong Struggle With Eating Disorders”
Next up this week is Celeste’s candid self reflection on her struggles with an eating disorder, and how she’s been able to grow and flourish. My earliest memory of clear dissatisfaction with my body was when I was six years old, pressing my body against the horizontal wood slabs of my bed frame, examining the skin of my stomach poking between the gaps. By 10 years old, I was methodically tightening my family’s belt collection over my entire torso, desperately wishing the leather would squish my body smaller. “You are fat, disgusting, weird, ugly, worthless, less than.” 12 years old and these words colored my life. My words. Words I knew defined me because I was the taller, weirder, different younger sister of a popular, petite, pretty sister. Because I did really well in school, but was never the best. Because my mom discredited my hard work by saying school just came easy to me. My words never went away. They were with me in the morning as I grab...