What if I Practice Radical Acceptance of My Body With Binge Eating Disorder?
If you live with an eating disorder, the following post could be potentially triggering. You can contact the Crisis Text Line by texting “NEDA” to 741741.
I had an epiphany today. I was watching an TV show where they were talking about young girls being in beauty pageants. Please note that I am not judging that — I mention it because it got me thinking about all the things girls and women go through to appear beautiful. In that episode, young girls were dying their hair, wearing corsets to define their waistlines and watching their weight. It depressed me, honestly. It brought back memories of being called fat when I was in the fifth grade — fifth grade! I should have brushed the comments off, but there were already seeds of fatphobia planted in my little head from society, friends, family, etc. That seed grew and now is a full-blown eating disorder — binge eating disorder.
My worth has always been tied to my weight. The way I feel and care for myself is tied to my weight. When I’ve gained some extra pounds, I punish myself… hate myself.
I eat my feelings, which leads to more weight gain. Which fuels more self-destructive behaviors. It’s a vicious cycle. To help break it, I signed up to do one-on-one coaching on intuitive eating with my beautiful and sweet cousin, who’s a registered dietician. On our last call, she told me to get rid of the ideas of “bad foods” or “being bad” or “cheating” on a diet. There are no forbidden foods. There’s fueling your body and doing everything in moderation.
I have a lot more to learn and I’m eager to do it.
But here’s my epiphany — what if I just accept who I am? What if I give myself some grace — some compassion? What if, when I gain weight, I just buy bigger clothes and focus on my health, not my caloric intake?
What if I practice radical acceptance? I learned about radical acceptance in therapy. It’s a skill or tool that can help people face painful emotions and experiences by accepting them fully without judgment.
This may not sound much different than a blog I previously posted about loving myself and body positivity. But the thing is, I’m still struggling and writing helps me come to terms with my feelings. And this is a topic that can’t be fully explored with one blog. Or three. Maybe 10. And that’s OK, too.
My point is that maybe I don’t think I need to focus on losing weight or looking a certain way, so much as I need to reprogram my brain. And those of you who follow me should know, my brain is a stubborn asshole. It’ll take time. So much time.
But I’m done with fatphobia, fat-shaming and all that judgment that goes along with it. I’ve had gastric sleeve surgery and a tummy tuck. Guess what? I’m still not skinny and I don’t think I’ll ever be. Why has that plagued me so much?
Why are people so afraid of being fat?
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