A Reminder: Your Eating Disorder Is Boring

Coming out of a minor eating disorder relapse these last couple months, and I went to dinner with a girl who follows my blog this past week: “What made you go?” She asked. “To rehab? Did you have that moment?”
 
I sipped my wine: looked down at 2 tacos in front of me. Sometimes, I wanna have a big, juicy response for that question. Sometimes, I don’t know what to say.
 
I kinda chuckled. “I dunno if I have an answer really,” I said. “I didn’t have that moment – that big climatic scene in a movie. I didn’t have it, and sometimes I feel like I should make one up to feel relevant.”
 
Truth is, though: I’m not the girl Lily Collins is playing in some hyped up Netflix movie about anorexia. I’m not your dying girl on a feeding tube in a hospital.
 
I’m not the girl that people shook their head at in the street, and I wasn’t the girl who had a movie scene moment with an indie one-hit wonder theme.
 
I was just a girl with an eating disorder – and I was simply boring.
 
“I guess it’s that,” I said. “I was bored. I wanted a different story. Got tired of the one I was writing.”
 
I wasn’t dying, but what is being alive glass-eyed? Tripping over your feet? Unaffected unless it directly relates back to calories burned or food lost. Food doesn’t give you love.
 
Saw fields and mountains and beaches for years n’ all I thought was how long I could run them – till every calorie of food was gone.
 
Look at pictures and remember events in my life by what I ate, threw up, or didn’t eat. “Ah yes, that picture. I had just hidden grape leaves in my back packet. Smushed them later in the car when I sat down. Smelled rank.”
 
“I guess I just eventually got bored enough to ask myself ‘what else is there?’ I ended up saying. “And that was enough for me. Eating disorders are boring. People grow tired of you. You get tired of yourself; sit in the same 8-10 revolving thoughts all day. I was just … I was tired of feeling nothing.”
 
I wanted something else to live for. I wanted to cry again; like big ole’ tears. And laugh the most genuine of my 7 laughs (still have them). I wanted to have shit days and joyful ones – and love affairs that wouldn’t last, and anger. I wanted to go on dates and road trips n’ eat camp food because it’s there. Party till 2am or sit in a lazy river. I wanted to run around at a hot springs or laugh at a meal with girlfriends. I wanted to gossip. Dance. Try some blues moves. Read a novel. Fuck up.
 
I just wanted to be a person who no longer found the word ‘boring’ an acceptable meaning for a life.
 
A lady who lives out of a suitcase – than motionless in a box, eyes wide open – feeling nothing.
 
‘Cause honestly, what woulda’ been the point otherwise? I reminded myself that then: biting down into my tacos – what else is the bloody point?
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10 thoughts on “A Reminder: Your Eating Disorder Is Boring

    1. Man, always. They just steal your life. The steal the presence from it. They steal all those moments that eventually – you’ll be on your death bed – and think “I wish I had been there.”

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  1. This: “I wanted to gossip. Dance. Try some blues moves. Read a novel. Fuck up.” You’ve come a long way in a month. Your recent hiking adventure is proof. Keep being amazing. 😉

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