Note from Hollie: This beautiful story was submitted by Kristin. It is so hard to come to terms with how early poor image can begin and develop into an eating disorder. Thank you for sharing Kristin. If you have been following the last month and a half then you know I am raising money for my next goal race. The race is close to 1 month away and I am desperately needing more donations. I have just reached 1045/2000. Speaking of donations, I have been in contact with a few companies that are willing to send products for a giveaway linked with donating. I’ll be hosting a giveaway the final week beforehand (February 16-22). If you donate you will automatically be entered to win some pretty cool stuff! If you or your company would like to be apart of this please send me an email.
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Like many life-defining moments, it’s hard to say exactly when my eating disorder began. I could tell you about being in first grade and suddenly becoming painfully aware that I was not built like the other tiny girls, with their knobby knees and their stick-like limbs. I could recount trying to play on the seesaw and always just sitting on the ground, my chubby little thighs much heavier than the other girls up in the air.
I could tell you about middle school and being desperate to look like everyone else. I could tell you my overwhelming sadness over being called Fatso and Tubby and not attracting the attention of the middle school boys. I could tell you about my first attempts to purge my meals and the guidance counselor’s treatment of weighing me in front of all my friends. I do know for sure the moment I realized it was out of control. I was studying abroad in Australia and had been panicked about gaining weight while I was there, so I cut my calories down to 1000 and added an extra hour of workout time (now 3, up from 2). My friend expressed concern over my weight loss, and I was shocked to stand in front of a full length mirror and count all of my ribs. I saw my stick like limbs and I thought of falling asleep at 7:30 every night and being freezing cold all the time. I thought of waking up in a panic because I had dreamed about eating and thought it was real. I thought of the period I hadn’t had in 4 years. I knew then that this desire to be thin at all costs had in fact cost me dearly.
It was a hard fight to get back to health. It took a diagnosis of eating disorder not otherwise specified (I was technically not thin enough to be considered anorexic-95 lbs at 5 foot 4). It took months of hysterically crying at therapy, because even though I swore I’d do anything to get better, the idea of drinking 3 Ensures a day on top of eating twice as much as I was used to was terrifying. Ultimately it took meeting my now-husband and realizing that I loved him more than I loved being thin, and a relationship of watching me eat salads and spend all day at the gym was not one that would last.
Although I can’t tell you for sure when it started, I can tell you the moment I knew it would end. I was standing in front of a mirror 3 months after giving birth staring at my stretch marks and muffin top, lamenting the loss of my pre-pregnancy body. I looked down to see my infant daughter staring up at me. I knew then that I had to change for good or I was dooming her to a life of counting calories and fat grams, of constantly comparing her waist size to the other girls around her.
I can’t say now that it’s completely over. I still sometimes feel an icy hand on my ankle pulling me to stare in the mirror at my hips. I still can hear a whisper in my ear saying “you’re not thin enough. You ate too much. You didn’t run enough.” But I can say that today I am much, much better than I was 10 years ago. The numbers I fixate on are not my weight, but the length of my last run pushing a double stroller (6 miles), my marathon PR (3:35) and my goal time for my next race (1:29 half marathon).
If you are where I was, know that with God’s strength it can end. You will one day have a life that doesn’t revolve around food and exercise. There is a great world beyond your mirror.
Question for you: Have you ever noticed younger children comparing body image, asking about their own bodies, ect?
For me (Hollie), I have worked in the elementary and middle school (when observing for my education major) and saw many children comparing body images at the 4-5th grade level. I was aware of myself of that age but I feel the pressures of society are much stronger then 15 years ago. It really pulls at my heart.
Thank you for sharing, Kristin! I’m always amazed that motherhood makes people so strong and gives them the courage to drop those thoughts and habits.
Hollie, to answer your question: I coached youth soccer camps and I heard a 7 year old say she was fat (she most certainly was not anything above average) and needed to diet. I had heard younger and younger kids were being pulled into this thinking but hearing it myself for the first time, I was shocked. I never considered anything about my body shape until I was 16 or 17 and when I was 7, I can’t say I gave a second thought to how I looked, I played outside and went to school and that was life. It makes me so sad that little girls now think about anything other than school, family, and playing with friends.
That is so heart breaking to hear. I wish that was not common in out society. Hopefully in the future there will be more positive body image messages.
Stories like this just break my heart. I did some volunteer work at the ED clinic in one of the hospitals in my city, and I’ll never forget the 8 year old girl who was admitted because she was afraid of getting fat and wouldn’t eat. You know there’s something wrong with the world we live in when kids are being robbed of their childhoods because of something that even adults shouldn’t concern themselves over. I lost too many years and passed on too many birthday cakes because of that freaking disease… I can’t imagine it starting so young 😥
Another amazing and heartfelt story. It makes me upset to see younger and younger girls concerned about their appearance – and I don’t know what we can do about it. Maybe part of it starts in the classroom?
Hollie, I wish I could donate, but I can’t afford it now. I will write it into a blog post though – so if there are any special links I should share other than the ones in this post, will you send them my way? xoxo
This is such a heartfelt post story from Kristin, thanks for sharing!
Growing up as a swimmer I always had that bigger body frame/build than all the other girls at school. I was the “big girl” — the girl who the guys wanted on the Football team because I was bigger than them. When you’re 13-16 years old that’s the last thing you want to hear.
It took realizing that my body attributed to my successes in the pool to realize that it was OK to have the build I have. It’s who I am. I just pray that other young girls can do the same.
Thank you for sharing. It breaks my heart that young children are comparing body images already.
You are an amazing woman, wife and mother. I am proud of you and glad that we are friends. You my dear are an inspiration.
That is such a touching comment and I am so glad Kristin was able to share.
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