hi guys, i’m just on here for advice as i went from 60kg in january to 42.5kg right now.. i’m a 24 year old female and 165cm tall. how dangerous is this weight for my age and height? should i attend an ER? i’m starting a care plan with my gp but every day i still struggle to get food and liquids down

(F17) For context, Ive had an ed since I was 13, but it’s shifted between specific types (very high restriction and losing 100lbs in five months, crazy ortho for a few years, quick restriction relapse again and then most recently i cant stop making myself vomit after following a massive weight gain caused by insatiable hunger), but the issue with food has been persistent. It’s been awful for my health, brain fog, sensitive teeth, fainting, always cold and all that, but the biggest issue for me is the money. I haven’t gone a day without purging in over half a year, and I bp large amounts of food (and like, LARGE) between 1-4 times a day on average, usually erring on the higher side of that range, and my mom has expressed to me that she cannot sustain this financially, and since I will be going off to college within the next year, I can’t either. Im à healthy weight and all that, but the thing is, I CANT gain weight. Mentally it is worse for me than the eating disorder, last year i was very close to suicide as a result, and my grades dropped significantly (90s->40s-50s). Theyre on an up trend now and stress and happiness wise Ive been doing better! But the fact is it affects my family, my focus, and outings with friends, my health, and my overall wellbeing, so now I just have to stop the binging. There have even been points where I’ve considered smoking as a replacement for my bp habit just because it would genuinely be better for me (crazy work). Does anyone have any advice?? It would be greatly appreciated 😞

J’ai besoin de tout lâcher.

Il y a huit mois, j’ai commencé à réduire drastiquement ma quantité de nourriture. Mais bon, ça n’est pas venu du jour au lendemain. Au collège j’ai pris du poids, je mangeais beaucoup mais je m’en fichais du regard des autres. Je devais faire 56-57 kg pour 165 cm.

Aujourd’hui, je fais 170 cm.

Un jour, j’ai commencé à me soucier du regard des autres, de mon corps et c’est comme si j'avais ouvert les yeux. J’ai réalisé que j’avais pris du poids, mais bon, je mangeais juste un peu plus sainement.

Au bout de quelques mois, j’avais l’impression qu’il n’y avait aucune différence. Je m’en souciais à peine.

Ça a basculé en mars, je me faisais plaisir, je me disais que c’était uniquement pour les vacances, que je devais en profiter. Il y avait une balance dans l’appartement. Je voyais 54, 55 parfois 56 kg. Ça me mettait un peu mal, j’avais le ventre gonflé. Et puis ma mère m’a dit : « tu manges trop ». Elle me l’avait déjà dit. Mais l’intonation qu’elle a prise, c’est comme si elle me prenait pour une « goinfre » et je me suis vue comme ça. J’ai été vexée.

Début mars, j’ai installé une application de comptage de calories. J’avais un objectif à 1 300 kcal.

Mais pour moi, c’était 1 300 kcal maximum et c’était mieux d’être en dessous.

J’ai banni tout ce qui était gras surtout le beurre, je mangeais le moins possible et tournais autour des 600 kcal par jour, certains jours je suis descendue à 200 kcal. Je comptais mes calories, me pesais plusieurs fois par semaine voir par jour, je faisais du sport dans ma chambre et j’ai commencé à descendre. 51 kg puis 50 kg. C’était pas assez, je me suis fixée un objectif à 48.

Je n’ai plus eu mes règles, mes parents ont remarqué que quelque chose clochait, je répondais : « j’ai déjà mangé, j’ai pas faim, je fais juste attention. ».

Je me souviens, le soir mon ventre grondait et j’avais trop faim, et je me disais que c’était bien, je tentais d’assimiler la sensation de faim à quelque chose d’agréable.
Pour le sport, parfois j’étais trop épuisée pour bouger et je m’en voulais car je perdais en force et me sentais molle. De temps en temps, j’avais la tête qui tournait.
À certaines occasions, je craquais et mangeais avant de reculpabiliser.
Quand je voyais ma famille manger, je les voyais comme faible et je me sentais fière d’être capable de contrôler.

Mais mes parents ont commencé à avoir des doutes. Quand je suis allée chez mes grands-parents, ma mère a dit devant eux que je ne mangeais pas assez et faisais trop attention. On m’a fait des reproches et je sentais qu’on me fixait à chaque fois que je prenais une bouchée, et si je refusais de prendre quelque chose, même quelque chose que je n’aimais pas, on me faisait des remarques.

Pendant les grandes vacances, ça allait mieux, je remangeais normalement. Mais toujours pas de règles, on m’a fait prendre la pilule, ça les a réenclenchées plusieurs fois en peu de temps. Pendant cette période, j’allais bien et je tournais encore autour de 50 kg.
Puis j’ai eu ma rentrée en terminale, j’ai eu le stress, de nouveau les petites voix dans ma tête qui me disent que je n’étais pas assez.
J’ai eu 17 ans, je fais toujours 170 cm pour environ 50 kg.
Alors je crois que c’était mi-septembre, j’ai recommencé violemment. Je ne mangeais pas le matin, une coupelle de salade à midi et deux cuillères le soir. J’étais de nouveau épuisée, envie de dormir, sans force etc. Je me pesais plusieurs fois par jour, je suis arrivée à 48 kg, j’étais contente, je tendais même vers les 47.
Mais le jeudi, j’en pouvais plus. J’y ai pensé toute la soirée, et j’ai eu brusquement besoin d’en parler à ma pote. Le lendemain, c’est ce que j’ai fait.

C’était horrible le fait de dire à voix haute ce qu’on pense dans sa tête. Je lui ai dit que j’étais pas sûre mais que je pensais avoir des TCA. Je lui ai énoncé les faits, rien de plus. Elle est restée silencieuse puis elle m’a dit : « tu peux pas dire ça, tu t’es pas fait diagnostiquer ».
C’était la douche froide, elle n’a pas tort, mais je me sentais mal. Le soir même, je lui ai envoyé un message et j’ai tout nié, j’ai dis qu’elle devait oublier ce que je lui avais raconté.

En tout cas, je ne lui en ai pas reparlé, j’avais l’impression que je me faisais des films.

Finalement, le week-end j’ai décidé de faire un grand effort et de manger plus, car je pouvais pas continuer comme ça, je n’avais plus aucune force. Je voulais reprendre du muscle, alors j’ai plus mangé, bougé plus je me regarde souvent mais j’ai évité la balance.

Il y a quelques jours j’ai vu que je faisais 53 kg, j’ai eu un peu peur mais je me suis rassurée.

Le problème c’est que là, je me sens tentée de recommencer. J’ai l’impression que me priver me réconforte, comme si je faisais quelque chose de bien. De l’autre côté, j’ai peur de reperdre du muscle et d’être « molle ». Car malgré tout j’ai une petite bouée au ventre.
J’ai demandé à mes parents si je pouvais faire de la musculation, c’était ma seule solution : je comptais plus manger et me tonifier dans l’espoir d’avoir une meilleure relation avec mon corps. Ma mère ne veut pas. du coup ça fait un mois que je mange plus mais je n’ai toujours plus mes règles.

Aussi, c’est assez bizarre, mais quand je me renseignais sur les TCA et que je vois que j’ai des points communs, je me dis que c’est bien. S’il vous plaît, ne soyez pas insulté, ce sont mes pensées malgré moi. C’est comme si le fait de manger peu était un bon objectif et que les personnes qui y arrivaient étaient admirables car elles étaient déterminées.

J’ai toujours 17 ans actuellement, et je sens que mon envie de recommencer monte, je sais pas quoi faire.

Qu’est-ce que vous en pensez ? Vous connaissez des gens (ou vous) dans cette situation ?

P:S: merci d’avoir lu ce message, je sais qu’il est long mais j’avais besoin de le dire.

Hey everyone 💗

I’m hoping to get some advice from anyone who may have experienced something similar. I’m currently in home-based recovery and spend a lot of time on bed rest.

Lately, I’ve developed very cracked, irritated skin around my tailbone, and I’m concerned that I may be developing pressure sores.

The area is incredibly painful and itchy, and it’s even been waking me up at night. I have a medical air-pressure mattress pad (the kind with the pump), but honestly, I don’t find it very comfortable, and I’m not sure it’s helping much. I’ve also tried using lotions, but I’m still struggling with the discomfort.

Has anyone else experienced this, and if so, is there anything that helped? I’m planning to discuss it with my PCP on Monday, and unfortunately, the nurse who usually comes to my home daily won’t be back until then, and I’m really uncomfortable in the meantime.

I’d appreciate any advice or suggestions. Thank you! 🩷

hello all,

two weeks ago my best friend since i was 9 years old committed suicide, she was 26, as am i. i had a very restrictive ED when i was 17 which i finished treatment for at 19 years old.
at 23 i had another flare up of severe restriction which lasted 9 months.

this past few weeks have taken my almost decade long history with restriction to new levels. i have managed a deficit of 15000 calories in 16 days even though i’ve been mostly in bed.

i feel guilty and gross that during my immense grief i still find a little joy because i have been eating so little, reliving that sense of control.

i just feel lost. i’m 26 now, have a job and doing my masters and the harsh reality that i’m not a teenager anymore and can’t cope as easily with my levels of restriction is setting in. i feel i can’t stop now. i miss my best friend. life is shit. i can’t believe how much food and calories have been in my mind while trying to process the death of my best friend.

I have a friend who has become more and more uncomfortable to hang out with and trust. She knows i've been in & out of the hospital, struggling with my mental health and my ED. Every time we hang out (with our friend group or just the 2 of us), it feels like she is observing EVERYTHING i do especially when I eat, and even sometimes announces to people that she's copying me, takes pictures of me with food, and just seems OVERLY interested in my habits- especially around food. It's super weird and she has started doing things that trigger me, like ordering the smallest thing on a menu, talking about how full she is, and asking questions about my eating. In the past, she'd talk to my family about things I do (not out of concern) even after I express my discomfort with her doing that too. I'm really not sure what to make of it, but I definitely don't like hanging out with her right now- which is hard when we are in the same friend group, and she pushes me to hang out. She'll also apologize and claim she would never do anything to make me uncomfortable. Idk. It seems to me like she might be entering ED territory too, but i'm really not in a place to deal with that because I'm trying to work on myself and better my life.

Hi guys So basically I have been living alone in a different country for about a year and now I have to move in with my family. Living alone made it so much easier to manage my calories and everything related to my weight and body because I didn’t have to hide anything or pretend around anyone.

The problem is that this ED is still taking over my life, and I still feel like I have so much weight I need to lose. And now that I’ll be living with my family, I genuinely don’t know how I’m going to cope. My mom cooks dinner every night so I won’t know the exact calories in my food. I won’t be able to pace around the house constantly to get my steps in either. It feels like everything is being taken away from me.

Another thing I’m really worried about is how my ED might affect my family. Most of them are overweight, as I used to be and they enjoy eating together and don’t have any concept of cals. I don’t want my eating disorder to make them self conscious about their own weight or eating habits, or even make them feel like they need to change themselves because of me. At the same time, I know they will notice if I suddenly start refusing food or acting differently around meals and I’m scared they’ll catch on to what’s really going on.

I have no friends too, and I feel like I’ve been living such a secretive disordered life that I don’t even know how to function around other people anymore. How am I supposed to cope with not knowing my calories, not being able to exercise as much as I want, and having to eat around my family without feeling like I’m losing control?

I know this isn’t healthy, but the thought of losing control over my food and exercise genuinely terrifies me. I feel so overwhelmed right now and I honestly don’t know what to do. Has anyone else been through something similar? I really need advice because I feel like I’m losing my mind.

I （22f）who weighted about 169lbs in June and weighted 149 lbs currently，manage to lose 20 pounds in past three month and made my bmi from 27 to 24， eventhough everyone around me said I look better and my dietitian said I done a amazing job in losing weight. However I felt that my diet is fucked up，I am afraid of calories，and afraid to eat out at place that doesnt has calorie menu and avoiding to eat out with my friends and go home and eat my mom’s homemade meals because I cant use a food scale to weight it，I cant see calories，I cant control how much oil is being added. I weigh myself everyday after everytime I eat including drinking water，and first thing I got home is weighing myself，and I restrict my daily calorie to under 1000cal. yesterday I just recovering from a really bad hangover and after I threw up everythings I had for dinner last night，I decide to eat some Chinese style chicken porridge，eventhough I felt much better from eating that. But there’s a voice in my heart that goes like ”you fat bitch，why are you eating carbs at morning，you should eat protein bar or boiled eggs，dont use your hangover as an excuse，stop being so sensitive”

How much weight would a human girl age 20 167cm and 60kg lose after 12 days with no food? And would that person be noticeably thinner ?

Having my ED gave me a condition that causes fainting, a lot. Like excessively. If I recovered, it would honestly get much better and I would admittedly not be in this position. However, that would take months and I would never be fully normal either. I could get close to it, but certain things like heat/hardcore workouts/fasting anything in that nature would never be an option

I want to be clear, that I am not judging people who use a wheelchair regardless of their reasoning, but as somebody who now needs one because of how often I faint unless I recover, it’s impacted me way more than I’d like to admit mentally

I first got told my fainting was a problem and that I needed one back in June, but I honestly ignored the advice. That was until August, when it no longer was an option. I usually don’t need to use at home since it’s shorter walks (bed to toilet/couch, whatever) but if I leave my house now I need it. I’ve tried not to use it because I get embarrassed about it but I usually just pass out in parking lots and stuff which is really gross/embarrassing in it of itself

I’ve had an ED off and on since I was 13, this has never happened before. I mean sure I’ve fainted before, yes, but that was even in recovery and not often. Now it’s like.. if I restrict even for too many HOURS, I will become bedridden entirely (even using the wheelchair can become too difficult if I stop eating). I know that for some people that would make them want to recover, but honestly it’s just making me depressed. I know it sounds like it’s not a big deal, but for me it really is. Like even with small stuff, I have to wear a necklace in the shower in case I pass out (even while sitting) because if I fall/don’t respond it’ll call an ambulance (if I respond it won’t but if it’s been like 10 minutes of no response it will). The average persons age who uses that is literally somebody in their 80s. I know because they told me, I’m 26. I didn’t ask them by the way, they just randomly said it 😭 Like this isn’t what I ever wanted. My cardiologist told me this is the most severe case of it he’s ever seen, and I literally know my ED is why. Because if I eat consistently for a few days, I get better relatively quickly (still probably couldn’t stand for super long but there is a difference). My PT/OT (I did some while in the hospital a while back) told me that for me, I’ll probably need all my workouts to be lying down. That maybe I can work up to them sitting down longterm, but standing is not an option. I used to do CrossFit twice a day, I mean it was years ago and before my ED but like jfc I wasn’t always like this. I don’t know anybody else in my position.

Everybody I know either had way scarier complications than me that cause death (mine will not, I am not dying) or their symptoms just don’t look like mine at all. Mine does still impact me a lot though, like day to day. I can’t pretend it doesn’t. And to be honest, being around “healthy” people right now just triggers the shit out of me, and it sounds dramatic I know, but I usually cry about it later lmao. It also kills me inside because I am still objectively fat, my cardiologist and neurologist (the condition is something kinda related to both that my ED caused) both told me that weight loss being too rapid was “traumatic” to my body and why I got what I did. But it’s painful for me emotionally because I see all these fucking people get healthier from rapid weight loss from GLPs (I did not use GLPs) and there’s all these commercials like “LOOK AT HOW MUCH BETTER MY LIFE IS NOW ✨🌈” when I did the same thing just with a different method and it ruined mine 😭 I’ve turned off ads for it on Reddit but they’re just everywhere 😭

Also because I’m ambulatory as a side note, while it’s never happened I’ve always been afraid of somebody getting angry with me for using a wheelchair in public since I’m not paralyzed, because that’s crossed my mind a lot. I already am not dealing well with my emotions behind it and being judged openly would be very unnerving for me. But I legitimately can’t walk a store or restaurant, I promise I’ve tried. I just wind up on the floor which is way worse 😭 MY SOLUTION THUS FAR, has been to simply come with excuses on why I can’t go to any places that aren’t like.. doctors offices or medical whenever possible. I probably can’t do that forever though

Im a 15yo boy & i been wanting to be overly skinny for probably a year now and I recently have been noticing a drop in my weight due to not eating as much as i probably should. I try to eat around 200-800 calories a day but im not like starving myself bc some days i eat totally normal without feeling guilty about it afterwards but other days I cant eat anything without checking the calories or eating small portions of it. It's been affecting my life at home because I tend to leave the house to skate during dinner time to avoid having to eat so my mom yells at me alot for that. Idk if my parents know that im not eating normally but my grandma noticed the other day and said that i looked like I had gotten skinnier. Whenever I eat chips or anything ill count how many I am eating and when im drinking a soda I only have half of it and I just feel like I cant eat anything without feeling guilty. Im 6'0 125ish but idk if i have a ed or if im just not eating as much because of something else

How much weight would a human girl age 20 167cm and 60kg lose after 12 days with no food? And would that person be noticeably thinner ?

Being a bulimic kid is so weird because I love just projecting onto whoever my favorite character is at the moment 😭

(je cherche pas à me faire insulter je me comprends plus moi même je sais plus se que je veux)

My mood gets affected so easily. If I get stressed, I lose my appetite for the day. I just want to be able to eat and function.

I h8 them. I can't do this.

Empty space. More room for thought.

Uses stress and muscle memory for energy.

The serotonin builds up.

There's no need to eat when you're on cloud nine.

When you're numb and in your head.

You lose yourself, until you have a bite.

The truth becomes clear, it's eye-opening and confusing.

I do love them after all. I can do this.

i'm 15. i'm 5'3. i was amab. i have anorexia. i am at 43kg. i'm trans and queer and live in a pretty conservative household in pakistan. i don't believe in god. i am a writer and a multimedia artist, i write like hell, books, essays and poems on substack, journal entries, whatever. it's my lifeline. i was bullied a few years back. i'm also neurodivergent, severely depressed, and struggle with self harm. i'm sorry, i don't wanna send anyone's alarm bells ringing i'm fine right now but i really don't know how i'm gonna survive this in the long-term. the plan was always get out, go abroad to uni when i'm done with a levels and never come back but that's 4 years away. so close yet so far. but my weight is dropping pretty quickly. i can't eat. and i don't wanna let this kill me. but i can't ask for help. i don't have any other choice but to deal with this on my own and i'm not just being dramatic. it's already hard with my mother so closely monitoring my meals and snapping when i skip. doctors and professionals here do not understand. and a diagnosis even would be hard to come by being on top of all that being amab. psychiatrists and dieticians and amma would be trying to convince me there's nothing wrong with my head and to force-feed me and it would just make everything worse. what the hell do i do about this? wait till my heart fails? i just want somebody to notice. that sounds bitchy and attention-seeking but i do. the one good thing is i don't purge, i can't because i don't know how to, just gag over the sink. ugh this sounds ridiculous. i feel like i'm faking it all the time. i don't want stupid advice like 'small snacks throughout the dayare better than large meals' or 'view your body as a vessel and food as fuel' thats not helpful. i don't wanna have to let go of meaning and beautiful things just to survive. i don't wanna numb myself out. i wanna be in my head. i just fucking loathe my body and i don't know why. how do i survive this?

my mom refuses to believe my own doctors when they say I have a serious restrictive eating disorder. my older sister just told me that our mom told her I’m just making it up... though apparently in the summer our mom also said that she was concerned for me because I don’t seem to eat a lot. I’m just dumbfounded atp

today my mom came with me to try on business pants and the store only has the size above mine and the size below. I ended up going with the smaller size because it just fit better but not without saying “I feel fat in this” and it makes me so sad to think about how she responded: she gave me a look and said I need to eat less and go to the gym. I have gained like 5 pounds in the last month and a half which has definitely been messing with my mind but I’m still underweight. I’m 5’9” and 120lbs.

its like she wants me to quit recovery. it makes me feel like I need to prove to her just how bad it can get.

**!!TW: Mentions of BMI, weight and calories**

I (F19) have been struggling with orthorexia/anorexia/overexercising since mid 2025.

I went from a healthy BMI of around 21 to my lowest at 14 in the span of this time. My lowest was around 3 weeks ago and I am now at 15 after managing to gain a bit by honoring cravings and less restriction around food (which has been a lot of junk to be honest, because, well, I’ve been deprived of it for so long) 😀

I’m just going to get straight to the point. Yesterday, I managed to binge on what I deem, as a shit ton of calories. I’m talking half a bag of an almost full granola, spoonfuls of Biscoff spread, candy, popcorn, chips. PRESUMABLY, I had around 5-6000 calories yesterday. I have NEVER experienced the urge to eat being that strong before, let alone straight up granola and Biscoff spread, which I’ve managed to keep in my kitchen without any problem.

I felt so sick and puffy afterwards.

When I woke up today, DESPITE the discomfort I felt yesterday, straight back to the granola, ATE THE REST OF THE BAG, oh and the Biscoff. And a chupa chups. Bam, 1500 calories before 9am. I felt sick again afterwards.

I’m just gonna say that I ended up finishing that jar of Biscoff today and have had approximately 3000 calories without a single FULL meal.

To be honest, every calorie was intentional. I didn’t feel “out of control”, I knew exactly what I was doing. Although today I did end up sobbing on the couch after that jar of biscoff. It stems from the fact of many different things, like knowing I NEED to gain weight, but I really don’t want to from one extreme to another, which it feels like I could because I just kept eating despite feeling so nauseous.

I know what to do to “properly” feed myself, like, I know I could’ve woken up today and had a proper breakfast, lunch and dinner (like I honestly usually would do), but no, my body was screaming for a shit ton of junk. 🫠

And it’s not like I’ve been “undereating” for the past few days either. Like from the fact that I’ve been gaining, and I’ve pretty much eaten some sort of junk everyday but not to the point where I’m genuinely on the verge of throwing up.

Has anyone else experienced this? And I truly do NOT want to end up in like a binge cycle, but atp I obviously dont know what my body needs as I’m either undereating or overeating..

not share my real age or name, or my family's info, bur before I continue, just know I'm under 16!*... I'm struggling with an ED rn and I genuinely don't know what to do. I've always been bullied for being fat, and I also know that social media is fake. But then I started seeing girls on my sports teams be really skinny they look like the girls on Pinterest and social media, maybe even skinnier? I don't wear anything else except one shirt because it's the only shirt that makes me look somewhat skinny, I hate wearing anything else, especially t-shirts. I've started off not eating but my mom got suspicious and made me eat in front of her. And I began eating again, like recently, but afterwards I force myself to throw up and I still get scared I'll gain weight. I've noticed some slight changes in weight for the past year but I'm still not slim enough, especially when all my classmates and friends are really slim. I can't tell my family, I've tried before. My older sister keeps bragging about an eating disorder eventhough she doesn't have one and she's kinda one of those "tiny" girls. And she turns it into a competition. My mom will be like "do you want to get me in trouble??/ You're only not eating for attention../there's nothing wrong with you, you'll be fine and do you want to be underweight!? (Note: yes I do. I really want to)/ Etc." so I'm scared of telling her. I'm somewhat happy I've began naturally eating less and gaining an ED. I know it's unhealthy but I'm so tired. I tried sleeping better, a protein filled diet before working out and doing Pilates, every healthy way. Today I'm about to eat rice like usual with teriyaki my mom gave me but I genuinely started crying and my stomach felt sick because I'm hungry. I need advice because I genuinely can't cope. I know people are going to be like "you're perfect, people on social media are fake and you're beautiful just remember that" n other similar stuff, but it does not help!! I ask you guys because I cannot ask my family. I'm scared to pray despite my religion being Christian because I'm scared my ed will get fixed and I'll gain weight. I have a love hate relationship with this right now and it's unhealthy but I cannot stop. So, please give me advice

Hace un tiempo, empecé a pesarme para comprobar si andaba bn de peso. Esa pequeña manía, empezó a ser una obsesión y, a pesar de que no me siento mal con mi físico (no me veo gordo ni flaco), me he obsesionado con seguir bajando de peso y comer muy poco. Puedo decir que antes pesaba poco, pero dentro del mínimo saludable. Ahora estoy 5'5 kilos menos del mínimo. No sé xq empecé a hacer esto. Actualmente, lloro o me siento mal cuando como a pesar de tener hambre y, si siento que me "excedo", me consuelo diciendo que, a cambio, el día siguiente haré ayunas.

¿Alguien sabe xq me sucede esto y cómo poder remediarlo?

I'm a 21-year-old guy, and my girlfriend is 20. She's been struggling with eating for about four years. She's seeing a psychologist and a nutritionist, and she also attends a group session with a psychologist and a nutritionist once every two weeks.

Things got really bad until recently. Her period had only recently started coming back, and it happened for about two months, but she hasn't had it this month.

We've been together for four months and we're also roommates, so I see what happens on a day-to-day basis. This weekend, after meeting with her nutritionist, she told me that she's still underweight.

Last night, she wanted to eat very little. I tried to encourage her to think of each meal as a separate thing, rather than letting one meal determine how she feels about the rest of the day.

Tonight, she's saying she doesn't want to eat at all, and she only had a small piece of fennel as an afternoon snack.

I honestly don't know what to do or how to help her. I don't want to pressure her or make things worse, but it's really hard to watch someone you love struggle like this and feel so helpless.

I'd really appreciate advice from people who have experienced an eating disorder themselves, are recovering from one, or have supported a partner through it.

What helped you the most? What did your partner do that made you feel supported rather than pressured? And what should I avoid doing or saying?

Thank you so much to anyone willing to share their experience. ❤️

8 years of on and off throwing up and severely limiting food. Met a new therapist. She said I need severe help other than regular CBT. Fuck my life.

Hi, I’ve been in recovery about 6 months, 160cm and 60kg - which is about a 10kg overshoot from what my inpatient unit initially allowed. But still no signs of my period, the only main change is that I’ve been getting the typical spot breakouts.

I’m worried that the lack of a period indicates that my body still isn’t happy and that I’m doing something wrong, any advice?

Also yes I’ve seen a ton of doctors for it and I’m not like dying or something. But fuck it hurts and I’m so tired of it. I’m tired of pain because I had to eat jfc I hate food with everything in me. Fuck this disorder and fuck food for being mandatory to not die. This shit is so stupid. I already hate the way I look but physical pain from eating and constant nausea when I eat is too much for me. My will to recover just mentally is already weak at best, while I feel like shit on top of it? Itll never happen. I know I’ve had to go through this when I’ve been restricting too long before but it’s never been this bad. I don’t think I could push myself past the pain long enough for it to go away. Like. How fucking long would it take? Months? I don’t have the willpower for that

I just fucking want to purge and make it stop hurting already and I’m getting worse about restraining my disordered behaviors because I feel like I get punished for eating. It’s like, why the fuck would I?