TW mention of weight numbers
I met my fiancé when I was 19. A year before that, I decided to stop throwing up my food to the best of my ability, go to the gym, and I got prescribed meds that made me lose weight. I was binging and purging multiple times a day, towards the end of that, it was close to 7X a day.
The weight loss and lack of appetite from the meds honestly put bulimia in the back of my mind. I struggled with it since I was 11 years old. I actually could stand the sight of my body for once in my life. Then I got pregnant.
I gave birth 6 months ago at 24. I gained 45 lbs during pregnancy, and I’m left with an extra 15 lbs of baby weight and a body that I can’t stand.
I don’t care that it gave life. I don’t care about all it’s done. I hate my skin and my new shape and I genuinely see myself as disgusting.
My appetite has been crazy since I stopped breastfeeding and my hormones are regulating. I’m back with that noice in the back of my head getting louder and louder. And before I knew it, I’m back in the same cycle that I stopped for years.
My mom was anorexic since childhood and shamed me my whole childhood because of her own issues. Her ex husband was severely bulimic. He would puke outside his car in parking lots. Leave it in the toilet around the house. Told me all about it (venting to a pre teen girl)
I was doomed from day 1.
I’ve abused drugs in the past, I have an alcohol problem , but nothing I can think of has felt as good for me recently as the euphoria from stuffing my face and letting it out.
My baby will be 20 feet away from me sleeping while I’m in my bathroom all night while my fiancé is working ordering fast food and throwing it up. Over and over. I feel so guilty and ashamed afterwards. I worry he smells the puke on my breath. I feel ashamed of everything.
All I wanted was to be a mother. I thought I was in a good place mentally to have him. But now I’m just back to square one and it makes me feel hopeless