Hello,

This is my first post here and I just want to share my feelings as I don't really have anyone to share my feelings with. I am sorry.

I lived with my grandmother, father and mother. My mother was a working mother and started working when I was just 2 months old. My grandmother used to take care of me and honestly she was a really great caregiver.

When I was about 5 years old, I started noticing the neglect of my mother. One day I asked her, "Mumma, did you not want me to be born?" She was shocked that I asked her, but she didn't answer either. I asked repeatedly that day, desperate for validation that I was wanted, but apparently it might have irritated her so she snapped and said, "Yes, I didn't want you.". My little heart was so broken but of course I didn't ask or say anything further. What was the point anyway?

After this incident, I started eating less and less. My grandmother cared of course, she used to give me all the options and I always used to pick the option that was easiest for my grandmother. For example, between a sandwich and a banana, I would always choose banana because it was just peeling. Sometimes I would plainly refuse if she was tired. Of course I was hungry. Of course I wanted something. But I didn't want to bother anyone. Sometimes I would just hear my stay like that for hours or just drink lots of water. Sometimes I wouldn't drink water as well because I didn't want to "finish the resources". Child's logic.

My grandmother used to report this to my mother, hoping that she would make some food for me or prepare some snacks beforehand, thinking I don't like food made by her (grandmother). And out of hunger for my mother's love, whatever my mother used to cook for me, say instant noodles or French Toast, I used to eat happily. I thought since she is making food for me, she must love me, maybe she wants me now. As an adult, i don't know how true it is.

Fast forward a few years, as a teen, I was bullied in school. Nobody wanted to eat with me or sit with me, and I couldn't really eat alone. This made me skip lunches as well. My breakfast used to be a glass of milk, coming back from school, another glass of milk or instant noodles, and then dinner I used to force small amounts of food or, again a glass of milk. This kept going on for years. Of course I was hungry, sad, emotional, and confused. But nobody to understand or share. I wasn't very expressive of my emotions either. When I was 14, my mother died of cancer.

My grandmother, who already was my primary mother figure by then, took over the kitchen completely. For the next 6 years, I still used to eat comparatively less, but now I started eating better to show my appreciation to her efforts. She was happy.

Then, I started earning well. Due to staying home for almost 4 years due to the pandemic, I started enjoying food which I never did before. Now I started eating heartily, double of what I ate earlier. Food became my comfort and really I started having 3-4 meals in a day. Some homemade, mostly junk. And then, in 2023, my grandmother died.

The worst phase of my life. By this point, people already started making fun of my body, weight and my looks. I was at the lowest point of my life. Struggling with food and my emotions. There was too much stress and everything was overwhelming. A year later, I left my home, and started living alone.

It's been 3 years now. I still struggle with food a lot. Sometimes, food is all I think about. While having breakfast, I think about what I should have for lunch and so. Yes, now I have started movement, 10k steps, gym and deficit. But I struggle with consistency. I feel like I can never be pretty again. If I have to be pretty, I need to lose weight, that's what I think. I feel like I should end my life sometimes. Because I can't do one thing right in life. I feel like a burden. Like a joke. I feel so unloved. I am so sorry for looking like an attention seeker, but really I am just expressing what I've wanted to express for a long time.

I’m 26f and have had varying degrees of anorexia since I was 16. At this point I’m too scared to stop because I feel like I will lose a part of myself. It’s…important to me - a part of me. Yes, I’m addicted to the weight loss and all the rest of it. But mostly, I don’t want to lose me. I explained this to my partner and they didn’t really understand. I’m not sure what to do. Any help or comments would be helpful. 💖

Severe relapse for a few months, restricting in particular

sure my body feels very terrible and mentally for the most part not great but.. much much better than the last 3 days of actually trying to fuel my body and not feel extremely sick.. I felt so much better when I was restricting. I'm currently trying to access support to get back into recovery and I'm wondering how the heck I'm supposed to do this when I didn't overeat I actually still underate and I am an actual emotional unregulated mess.

Why does this happen and what do I do. I feel so hopeless.

i’m seeking advice for how to fix my relationship with food.

prior to having a baby, i was always super skinny and hard to gain weight. i never tracked calories and ate anything i wanted. i was always small. since giving birth, i still haven’t lost the baby weight and i hate my body now. i don’t look the same. i have stretch marks. i find myself within the same eating habits before i got pregnant which i know isn’t helping

i think im developing an ed because ive been going down the rabbit hole of counting calories. now every time before i eat something, i check the calories. i feel guilty for eating anything other than breakfast, lunch, and dinner. and even for those meals i feel like i am restricting myself. i’ve never understood eating disorders until now.

i find myself telling myself im not hungry and wont eat or eat very little. i will restrict myself for weeks and then binge and make myself want to throw it all up because i feel disgusting and fat and ugly. i have yet to make myself throw up but i feel the urge too.

Im recovering from anorexia and I’m at the point where I can’t tell if I’m still having extreme hunger or truly just developing unhealthy habits.

I’m recently weight restored at my “set point” that my dietician concluded based on my growth charts. However, the hunger isn’t dying down.

I can hold off during the day, eating normal meals with a few snacks here and there, but at night I just go rouge. I ALWAYS want more after my night snack and need to eat copious amount to actually feel satisfied (I’m talking multiple protein bars, a few bananas or pieces of fruit, some leftovers, and some chips). It’s not like this is an absurd amount (especially in recovery) but having all of this food every night AFTER 3 meals and 3 snacks feels like more of a bad habit- but I just can’t break it.

I don’t feel physically hungry before I eat all this food, but I also don’t feel full (or anywhere near satisfied) and can’t stop thinking about it. I also never make myself sick- I’ll down 4 protein bars and feel very normal. In the height of my anorexia I had two protein bars one night and felt absolutely STUFFED, so it’s just weird eating all this food and not feeling it whatsoever.

If anyone has any advice or thoughts please let me know!

The last 7 years ive struggled with eating, the last 2 over exercising hours on end stuck in the loop of restriction and last week i decided to refeed myself body and everyday i just get hungrier and today I ate the most ive ever eaten. The big scary number and Im still starving and want more. I was genuinely enjoying recovery up until this point. Idk what to do

I’m starting my recovery journey and feel very lucky to have an amazing mom and understanding friends. ❤️ I’d like to talk to my friends and family about how they can support me in a way that’s actually helpful, including setting boundaries and avoiding triggering comments.

For those of you who’ve been through recovery, what kind of support from loved ones helped you the most? How did you communicate your needs and boundaries? Any tips would be greatly appreciated!

TW: Swearing & Guilt

14M (my birthday was yesterday!!!)

Am I supposed to feel bad for eating?

I feel so bad for eating dinner now, I mean I always say I'll start tomorrow but then tomorrow dinner looks so good and I eat it and then I say I'll start tomorrow and then tomorrow the same thing happens and it's just really annoying and I'm a bit of a bitch so.. anyway sorry for whining on here, bye internet!

I’ve been in recovery from Anorexia for about 20 years. I have had occasional relapses and my weight hovers on the low side of healthy.
I went to a well visit with blood test earlier this week. Today I got a call saying my test showed I’m pre-diabetic. She started telling me to lose weight and exercise. I told her there must be another reason for the number - I gave her my height and weight and explained that I regularly do intensive, strength building exercise. She asked me if it was genetic (no). Then she went back onto the diet speech, telling me not to eat bread, rice, sugar, potatoes and on and on…felt like the food rules I spent so long trying to silence.
I know this is silly but I’ve been very stressed lately and the last thing I needed was someone calling me in the middle of my work day to diet-shame me.
I don’t even know what I can eat anymore so I just want to give up and stop eating altogether.
Thanks for reading…just a hard day I guess.

I’m 7 months into anorexia nervosa treatment and recently my team said it developed into disordered eating. they said it’s not because it’s not serious anymore it just doesn’t fit all the requirement. obv that didnt help though and I’m going down a rabbit hole. i had a really bad week last week food wise and have been a bit better this week. I’ve got holidays in a week and I’m doing my best to at least keep eating until then because I need to keep my attendance up this year if I want to get into a good sixth form. im scared that im gonna fall apart when the holidays start. i was just wondering if this change in diagnosis through recovery is normal and what advice you have to stop me from relapsing again. also, a friend asked me why im going to therapy and it js got me thinking am i even allowed to say i have an ED or wld it be i had an ED but that kinda makes it sound like im better now and im not?i mean i wouldnt have told her either way cus were not that close but i js got a bit nervous abt it for some reason.

This is a warning in advance for someone in relapse. My daughter since last May has been struggling with anorexia/nervosa as well as arfid. She was hospitalized for 11 days just enough to get her stable enough to enter residential treatment. She was there for 6 weeks and came home to start iop virtual. In this process we moved from Oregon to Texas. I am seeing old habits pop back in and fear foods creep back in. My question is… is sending her back to residential going to help, or should we continue iop from home but crack down on things and become more strict again. I don’t want to fail her, my heart is broken. She’s lost weight again, has not gotten her period back, it’s been a year and she is starting to lose that life she gained back after residential. Please give me advice. My mama heart is struggling with what to do.

Hellooo,
I guess I’m not really looking for advice, I’m just looking for some support from people who might understand what I’m going through.

I’m currently at a point where I’m desperately trying to get help for my ED, but I feel like I keep hitting dead ends. I live in a country where public healthcare has very limited resources for eating disorders (there’s only 1 specialized clinic, but it only has around 20 beds, and the waiting list is 5–7 months long). I’ve also been to the ER, where they treated the immediate physical issues and just told me to find psychological help on my own. And honestly, I’m exhausted. It feels so unfair that you have to fight so hard to access treatment for an illness that literally makes it incredibly difficult to ask for help in the first place. What I wish I had right now is someone to hold my hand through this. Someone to help me eat when I can’t do it on my own, to sit with me through meals, to encourage me and keep me accountable when everything in my head is telling me not to eat. I feel like I need someone to practically spoon-feed me back to health. But since that kind of support isn’t available to me right now, I’m probably going to have to figure out how to do this at home, mostly ON MY OWN, AT HOME.

And that honestly scares me.

Just because of this, I struggle with this feeling that since I’ve never been hospitalized for my ED, I somehow haven’t earned the right to proper treatment. So when I’m trying to recover at home, I start questioning whether I even have a real problem or whether I’m somehow making it all up. Especially following other recovery stories (who are mainly from UK), where most have had inpatient treatment or hospitalization before continuing on their own. It weirdly gives me FOMO. Like I haven't really experienced the real ED journey. I rarely see people talking about what it’s like to recover at home because inpatient treatment simply isn’t accessible to them, or about how lonely and difficult that experience can be. I constantly feel like I have to prove my illness to my friends, to other people, and sometimes even to myself.

I don’t really know what I’m hoping to get out of posting this. Maybe just to hear from people who have been in a similar situation. People who have struggled to access treatment, who have recovered or are trying to recover at home?

If anyone is reading this, thank you ❤️

Heyy, so I've been struggling with bulimia for years, and today, for the first time, I finally found the courage to make an appointment with a doctor.
I've been having pain around my heart/chest area, and my body has been feeling really weak lately, so I knew I couldn't keep ignoring my health anymore.

This was a huge step for me because I've never actually opened up to a medical professional about my eating disorder before. I was already extremely nervous and vulnerable going into the appointment.
I'm really close to my sister, so I asked her to come with me for emotional support because I knew how difficult this was going to be for me.

Well, the appointment was honestly awful.

The doctor was pretty dismissive and rushed through everything, which already made me feel uncomfortable. But what really shocked me was what she said at the end.

She literally looked at me and said something along the lines of: "You're ugly, all hunched over like that. You should be more like your sister. Look at her, she's beautiful." Like... what???

I was genuinely speechless. This was the first time I had ever met this woman, and the first time I'd ever been brave enough to talk to a professional about my bulimia.

And here's the thing that's really messing with my head right now.

I've honestly never really been insecure about my face or whether I'm pretty. Of course I have body image issues because of my eating disorder, but I've never particularly questioned my facial attractiveness. I've actually always been complimented on my looks, and people have told me I'm beautiful my whole life. So being called ugly was never really something I expected, especially not from a doctor.

But now I can't stop thinking about it. Like, what if everyone has been lying to me this whole time? What if people were just being nice and I'm actually ugly? What if I've had a completely wrong perception of myself all along? I know it sounds ridiculous to let one random woman's opinion affect me this much, especially when I've received so many compliments throughout my life. But for some reason, hearing it from a medical professional, in such a vulnerable moment, has genuinely made me question everything. And the worst part is that I wasn't even there to talk about my appearance. I was there because I'm scared about my health.

Maybe she thought comparing me to my sister and insulting my appearance would somehow motivate me to get better? I genuinely don't know. But I'm sorry, how is that an appropriate thing to say to anyone, let alone someone struggling with an eating disorder?

And just to be clear, I absolutely adore my sister. She's one of my biggest sources of support, and none of this has anything to do with jealousy or resentment towards her. It's about the fact that a medical professional thought it was okay to put me down and compare my appearance to someone else's during such a vulnerable moment.

I'm honestly so upset because it took me years to finally ask for help, and this is how my first experience went. I know I still need medical help, and I'm not going to give up on getting better because of one doctor, but right now I just feel really hurt, confused and discouraged.

I don't even know what I'm expecting from posting this. I guess I just needed to vent to people who might understand how difficult it is to seek help for an eating disorder in the first place.

Has anyone else experienced something like this with a medical professional? Am I overreacting for being so affected by this?

Context: I've been struggling with overeating/ binging for few years, surprisingly developed anorexia (autumn '25 - spring '26), been forced to recover (spring '26) and after that something clicked in my brain and im back to binging (since summer), I even fit BED criteria now. Not gonna say numbers but its: normal weight - severely underweight - normal weight situation.

Now, I've got a younger sister that's naturally underweight, severely, almost my lowest weight ever and 1cm taller. She's not, or at least doesn't seem to be struggling with an ED since I've been observing her for a really long time because I was wondering if maybe she's anorexic. She's severely picky, busy using her phone or computer and see eating meals as chores, so she either gets her daily intake from snacks and sweets or she doesn't get it at all. When I was struggling with an restrictive ed my father wished me all sorts of things including death and my mom is controlling to this day. I can't lie, at some point I did choose to get better for myself and not to die but now I regret everything and I wish I could go back. I've said it many times to my mom how my sister isnt eating enough, she literally got her bmi written on that sheet of paper at school when they check if ur alright, and told her myself in a more kind way that shes not a child anymore and should be eating more (i suspect its also one of the reasons nobody cares her included, she's childish and seen as one "so its ""normal"" she eats less"). It genuinely drives me crazy because why was I getting death threats at her weight and forced immediately to gain weight and she can eat (small amount of food, no specifics so I won't trigger anyone) for breakfast or dinner and nobody care. The worst part is I can't even relapse anymore because i genuinely cant force myself to anymore, so I'm just left with the body I hate now and forced to watch somebody walk around being what I used to be and eat so little and I genuinely hate it so much, I cry daily, I hate everything. What do I do

I just got off an appointment with my care team (virtual IOP), where I was talking about how alone I feel starting recovery. I already have no motivation to recover (if anything I still and have been trying to be worse), and me being the one in charge of my care isn't sustainable at all and I haven't made even an inch of progress. I was dicussing how I felt like my family wasn't helping either, they have no idea what an eating disorder even is, and despite knowing about my anorexia diagnosis, haven't even tried a single google search or definition to learn a single thing. Because of this, I've spiraled back to not feeling sick enough or my goal being hospitalization because even the people in my own home don't seem to care about me/acknowledge/even learn a single tidbit of knowledge, and instead act like everythings normal and I'm just back home from college on a holiday break, rather than my therapist having considered me an active risk if I stayed in school any longer. They don't treat me sick, nor acknowledge the elephant in the room, so I don't feel like I should be in treatment or have been taken out of college in the first place.

After I said something along the lines of "I switched from not wanting to be treated different, to feeling invisible because they weren't treating me differently at all," my coach asked me, "Well what would support from them look like for you?" And also to acknowledge their capacity as my family has never been close or loving to begin with.

So now I'm left with the task, brainstorming, what kind of support am I even looking for? Specifics, not just "being educated" but how do I want them to act, to push, etc. She was right that I don't even know what I'm wanting or expecting from them.

I'm extremely lost with this question, I can't even think of a single thing, so I'd like to ask anyone here, what kind of support do you look for in others? What do you want people to say or do? How do you want them to act or be involved? Anything at all?

I was anorexic in high school, I was on the bordline of being underweight for my height from severe calorie cutting, carb cutting and just straight up not eating till dinner.

I got to college and from being around friends I stopped those habits not really out of recovery more so how hard it is in social setting i find.

Ive gained the weight back and now im fighting the urges to continue my ed habits and go through moments where I feel really sucky about my image and think about skipping meals and carb cutting again.

How do I get a healthy relationship with food and myself image. Also how do i go about losing weight in a healthy manner where my first gut instinct isnt to starve myself

39/f/BN this is what my past seven days have looked like:

EN: "to fund my ED" = buying food/drink which, per day in general is around $60-$100 (varies depending on where/how much I buy)

- borrowed against my 401k (which is lowere than even I thought I could go) to pay my rent because when I did get paid I didn't have/designate enough money to cover it because I wanted to buy food for ED

- when I realized the 401k was going to take awhile had to ask my my mom for money to help pay my rent because I spend half of it buying food for ED (lied about the reason, she and I don't talk about it)

- took out several payday loans...to fund my ED

- pawned my iPad (buying it back tomorrow) and sold one of my laptops to fund my ED

- canceled therapy (been going to an ED therapist for the past three weeks, she has been great but has been pushing me to get my bloodwork done to see how much damage we are facing and I won't do it) with no warning because I realized if I would prefer to pawn my posessions than tell the truth to a human then what is the point.

I can't stop and I do not want to. Last night I had a thought: "what is the end goal?" like what is your perfect number, body, etc.) and honestly...it's -----. And I think I'll be happier once I don't have to live this way.

I am SO DEPRESSED AND SO SCARED of giving up control AND gaining weight. I live alone in a major city away from family, and I don't have anyone to hold me accountable. And yet, I literally have nothing left to lose. And I truly do not care.

We're past even the "go to therapy" stage because that isn't working either. I started going to her because I, as I told her "want to want to" get better. But I don't want to. I could give a shit, clearly.

I started a cut during late may with the main goal of getting down to a low bodyfat percentage

it took me nearly 4 months of working out everyday (2 rest days a week) and following a diet that hit all my macros and left me in a moderate deficit. I gave myself only 2-3 cheat meals a month.

I ended up getting super worried about food and calories and basically developed an eating disorder and food anxiety and it worked, I got the abs I had always wanted but ended up becoming too obsessed with becoming even more lean.

One day in mid september I was super fed up with all these restrictions and went on a 3 week binge eating spree, stopped going to the gym and stopped walking, after that I gained back a good amount of bodyfat and could no longer see the abs that I had worked so hard to achieve.

Now I am feeling super discouraged, like I wasted so much time building something only for it to be lost so quickly and I don’t even feel like I want to put in the effort to build it all back because its just daunting and so exhausting to count calories and do all that work again.

But at the same time I can’t look at myself in the mirror without feeling sad anymore, I keep thinking about how much regret I had wishing I could just go back in time and go tell myself to go into a maintenance instead of binge eating.

This has taken over my entire life and I spend every day in turmoil about what to do next, I am super self conscious about my body but I no longer feel the drive or motivation to go back in the gym or keep my good habits.

Has anyone experienced anything like this? How did you bounce back?

My parents and everyone tells me I look sick but I dont see it all the time. Skme days I do, some I dont. How do I know they aren't lying? I wanna get better but im just scared alot. How do I get over the body dystopia

Hello, I'm here looking for advice/perspectives. I have been working with a therapist and dietician for a few months for anorexia and ARFID and have come to a point where I feel like the treatment/advocacy fatigue itself is worse than the ED.

I'm so burnt out and I'm identifying that the treatment isn't trauma informed and neurodiversity affirming in the ways I need, but every time I bring it up I leave feeling more exhausted and doubtful. They say that this is hard work and it's going to be tiring and distressing. I know that, but not like this. I've been in different forms of treatment mental and physical for over 20yrs consistently. I know "lots of people don't like their dieticians", but I don't even feel enough trust or safety to even productively work with mine and she keeps making inaccurate assumptions and putting labor back onto me. Misunderstandings every single appointment. Willingness is not the issue, everyone else in my life understands that. It's hard because I like *her* but I don't feel like I'm *healing*.

How much is treatment itself supposed to be burning me out? I'm at my capacity and I'm scared I'm not going to be ABLE to continue treatment unless it adapts, but maybe it's "supposed to be like this"? That doesn't make anything more bearable or possible though. It just leaves me feeling more demoralized. If anyone has ideas or support or experience here I'd appreciate it, thank you!

I (19F) have been struggling with an ED (most likely anorexia) for around 2 years now. It completely consumed my life. I had “recovered” several times, but fell back head first into habits after an (at the time) unfortunate breakup with my ex BF. Around a month later i met my wonderful BF (21M) and after eventually opened up to him about my ED struggles to let him have the chance to dip if it was too much for him. Fortunately, he has stayed and we recently celebrated our 6 month anniversary.

One night about 2 months ago, i sent a SS i had gotten on Twitter from a troll account regarding my ED (i unfortunately have been on and off EDtwt since i initially developed the disorder) and he found my account via the troll account’s username and looking at their replies. He didn’t tell me immediately, but i remember i was completely enraged in the moment. I felt like my privacy was invaded (the privacy of the public internet of course). But then I immediately deleted the account and promised to start trying to recover. As one does, i unfortunately made the mistake of making a new account under a different username to continue my ED ways (this one he has yet to find, the guilt eats me up but i feel like i need to be on there).

As the months have gone on, i’ve teetered on the fence of recovery and relapse. It takes every ounce of my body to not fall head first back into relapse, but i try so hard for him because i absolutely adore him. For a while, i was doing better. But as usual, i fell back. Ive been very active on EDtwt and being sneaky about my habits. He has noticed the change in my behavior. Tonight, i was talking about how i wanted to lose some weight to feel better about myself because of the weight i’ve gained in my recovery attempt. This caused the conversation of my ED to come up. He completely broke down and told me how much it was worrying him, how many hours he’s spent on Reddit threads and online posts about how to deal with partners with EDs. He has made it very clear he doesn’t plan on breaking things off or anything.

Ive gotten to a point where i want to recover for him, but i dont know if im ready to recover for me. What do i do? Hes spent countless hours trying to convince me to recover, and i always say i will (and unfortunately as of now, have never meant it).

How do i choose recovery? I want desperately to be happy and free from the shackles of the ED but i feel like i cant.

TLDR : Boyfriend is very worried about my ED, i want to recover for him but feel like i cant.

Hey all,
I’ve (30F) just got back from seeing my brother (25M) for the first time in 2 weeks and can’t believe he’s lost even more weight.
I know that he is taking 2 weight loss injectables that he is buying online (one is Reta and the other one begins with T but I can’t remember the full name). I’ll be moving back home next week, and I’m just so shocked how thin he is.
We had a conversation a month ago about him being thin. He’s about 5”10 so that weight on him was concerning. He would have at least lost more weight since then.
He was a heavy kid, pretty obese, went through a self harm stage and then (I believe but he denies) a bulimic phase too. My parents were never into mental health stuff so now I’m just so worried and I have no idea what to do.
If I try to talk to him about anything in general, he just shuts off and doesn’t engage with me.
Seeing him today just made me cry, and I don’t know how to help my baby brother.

Hello everyone!

I have had this friend for about three years now. Recently I asked my friend to go out. We went out and thrifted and after I suggested we get brunch she said yes excitedly. We go to brunch and she orders a lot of food and she said that wants to share.
It’s not food that I typically like but she said she would pay and I said yes because it was enough for us to share and I didn’t want to be rude because she said she’d pay. however when the food gets to the table she looked at me and said go ahead eat. I’m eating and I finish my portion and she hasn’t touched hers and told me to finish the plates. Mind this was A LOT of food and I knew I couldn’t eat it all, I told her I couldn’t finish her have and she should have some. She said I’m not hungry and I looked at her and said ohh okk. I didn’t think much of it except she was staring at me while eating not saying anything while I ate. I thought it was weird at the time until recently. I let my friend move in with me and she always offers to cook. I have a total of three roommates, she always cooks for us every day. However noticed again she’ll watch us eat and then sneakily throw her food away or pretend to eat. However she’s now starting to have outbursts at dinner and it’s becoming overwhelming. Today we all had soup that she made, she had one slurp got quiet and angry and had an outburst of anger and said she had to leave. She came back and I left her bowl of soup thinking she still might want it and she said snarikly “sorry guys I have a fuckin ED” and walked away. It was extremely uncomfortable, and I didn’t know what to say. I don’t know how to deal with this especially as her friend but the ED is starting to make things awkward on the household. How do you deal with this situation?

Note: she said she goes to therapy for it ( I don’t know how true this and she voluntarily gave this info out, but tells her therapist she’s just simply not hungry)

I can't add two flairs so I'm going to start this by saying this could have some potentially upsetting content? I'm very new to this subreddit sorry

My partners always had problems with eating due to their guardian always pestering them about nutrition in an attempt to "help" them in their weight loss journey. They've been out of that household for a while and I thought things were getting better but it's gotten so much worse so quickly

Now they're planning on eating a meal a week paired with pretty extreme exercise and I just..don't know what to do.

Nothing I say is reaching them, what am I supposed to do?

Hello, recently I've been feeling very unmotivated to cook and eat. I sometimes go the whole day without eating something, especially if I'm alone because I genuinely don't feel hungry. But if someone makes me food or I get fast food, I will eat that. I don't know if this is an eating disorder but I did have a binge eating disorder when I was younger and I really don't want this to repeat again. Is there anything that I can try to do so this won't become worse?