My mum who I mentioned upthread was a narcissistic abuser who I had to tell off yesterday, was very critical of my body all my life. I've been diagnosed with an eating disorder since I was about 12. No one helped me with it, everyone around me just had the attitude that thinner is better (it was the 2000s).
Part of my recovery was not speaking to my mother for ten years, which is why being away from her opinions is crucial to me.
This will sound so weird to anyone who has never had an eating disorder, but I've literally just glanced in the mirror and thought I've put on a little bit... and I feel so completely OK. I don't feel like hurting myself, or obsessing over everything I eat, or like I can't go outside because I'm hideous. I had a panicky thought like "My friend was over earlier, what must she have thought?!?!" But my next thought was "Who cares what she thought? If my weight changed, it's none of anyone's business."
I've never in my whole life felt like this. I've got tears in my eyes. I can't tell anyone, because people who haven't had an ED will say something triggering like "Yes, I'm going to start dieting on Boxing Day", whereas I'm just experiencing for the first time, this feeling of everything being ok, and other people's opinions not mattering. It's probably the biggest recovery milestone I can remember having, ever. I think I feel unaffected by my body for the first time ever. Just crying to myself into my mulled wine
