Weight Loss Didn’t Actually Give Me What I Wanted

I used to be obsessed with my body, in a constant pursuit of making it smaller. A huge motivating factor for my eating disorder behaviors was trying to look thinner. Yet, even as I lost weight and followed the extremely strict food and eating rules, I felt increasingly worse. The eating disorder paradox is that the more focus we put on our bodies, and the more we try to change them, the more dissatisfied we become.

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Even though I believed that losing weight would make me like my body more, it actually made me dislike my body more. Rather, once I gained about forty pounds, I found myself with a significantly more positive body image. This was possibly because I actually looked better (curves look much nicer on me than the bony, waif-like physique) and also possibly because I had come to appreciate my body for what it was rather than hate it for what it wasn’t. Looking back at the thoughts that consumed my mind ten years ago, I would be lying if I said that my “goal body” was the body I’m currently living in. However, I like my body so much more today than I did ten years ago. Having the freedom to live in my body rather than feel imprisoned by it is worth 100% of every bit of discomfort that it took to get to this point.

The best part of letting go of the desire to have a different body is the fact that I almost never actually think about my body. Sure, I am now generally comfortable in my skin (and dare I say it, even fond of my shape/size.) But the size and shape of my body has so little influence on the status of my day, that it almost doesn’t matter that I have a more positive body image — and that’s incredibly freeing. Instead of daydreaming about being thinner, and devising extensive plans for how to achieve a different physique, I have the mental space to think about other, more important things. Instead of waking up and asking myself what I can do to avoid food better than I did the day before, I ask myself this:

“What can I do today to enjoy life, honor God, and bless other people?”

Instead of counting down the minutes until the end of the day, when I can finally be relieved that I don’t have to fruitlessly strive towards a totally futile goal, I can reflect on what God was doing in me and through me during that day. Oh yeah, and the delicious food I got to eat that day, without being afraid that it would ruin my life’s goals. 

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Speaking of which, in the time that I was obsessed with my body, I was also obsessed with food. In addition to trying to avoid eating it, I was constantly trying to be around it. (Looking back, I now realize that this was because I was not feeding myself properly, and was freaking hungry.) I’d spend hours carefully crafting beautiful baked goods, like these cupcakes, but never eat them. (That is, unless I was binge eating them.) Nowadays, I’ve realized that I don’t even like cupcakes, and gladly pass on them in favor of ice cream, pie, and all the other desserts that I actually enjoy. Now that is food freedom!


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