My Story (Pt. 1)

Warning: This Post May Be Triggering…

I was going through the junk under my bed today, trying to decide which items would be considered keepers, donations, or throw aways, when I found some things that brought up some (not so) happy memories. I found my first ED journal, the paper that consisted of my first calorie count (being taught to me by my mother), and other things that were leftover from last summer. I decided that today would be a good day to share my story, or at least begin it, while my mind was on it.

I was a generally happy, healthy kid. Sure, I’d had some problems in my life, but I never really let it get to me, at least not that much. But looking back, I do recognize in myself behaviors that could be considered unreasonable, even before the ED really began. I was self conscious, a little vain, goody two-shoes (Never got a time out but I cried the one time I got a warning), peace maker, etc. I strived to be perfect. I wanted to be better than anyone else, the role model, the little angel, the smartie pants, you know. I put myself up to high expectations. My step mom told me that maybe I would be the one who would finally get my parents to stop fighting, maybe I would be the first of the kids who wouldn’t pick a side because the stress from living in two houses was too much to bear. I believed it. I would be the favorite.

When I was in sixth grade, my mom started getting on track towards healthier eating. Throughout middle school, I rebelled against it. I mean, a yogurt cheese and spinach sandwich on dry sprouted wheat bread?? ew. just ew. My sister and I would hide our halloween candy under our beds to eat it without mom knowing. One of my friends once gave me a bag of Cheetos puffs after a sleepover, so sister and I shared it and hid it in our rooms, never to tell mom. I never really thought I would one day be hiding food from mom so that I wouldn’t eat it though. Gaining weight was I guess a little frowned upon at our house, and at my dad’s house it wasn’t. “Bad” food galore, fast food, junk food, ice cream, chips and treats. All readily available. I liked that food a lot more at that time. I slowly started to gain weight, but I wasn’t getting any taller (i.e. I’m a junior and Ive been 5’1″ since 7th grade). I wasn’t totally comfortable with it either, but I shrugged it off. I didn’t think it was a bad weight, I felt good, what was wrong? It wasn’t until we were weighed in PE, and the weight was read aloud that I really became semi-self concious about the weight. Just a simple remark from a stupid kid when he said after my turn “Daaaannnngggg Lacey!”. I wasn’t sure if he thought that was a lot or a little, but I didn’t like the comment.

Between middle and high school, I started dancing at a new, more intense dance school. We only wore tights and a leotard during class, and as the new girl I was put into a younger age group until I could catch up with the girls my age. I felt just horrible. Clumsy. Revealed. At the same time, my mom told me that if I really wanted to stay at this school, put time, effort, and money into this, I needed to commit and treat my body right to be the best dancer I could be. She had me go weigh myself. 116. Really?! Try again without your clothes on. 115. Okay, so maybe you should think about losing about 5 or 10 pounds. Can you do that? Sure I said. Whatever. Of course I didn’t really lose any weight. Instead I only became more aware of it. All I saw was this fat, untalented, stupid girl who would soon have no friends because I was starting a new district and I was going to be a laughing stock. I even wrote a “Dear Abby” letter to the newspaper, asking her what I should do. “I look in the mirror and all I see is fat. I hate it. But I’m scared, I don’t think this is what I should be feeling. I don’t want an eating disorder. How can I lose 5 pounds safely without it turning into something bad?”. I never told anyone. I never even got a reply.

School started, I was more self-conscious than ever. Rather than losing the weight, I began to gain even more. More rapidly. I was eating a lot of junk food, snacking mostly. I would eat spoonfuls of peanut butter straight from the jar, I kept going back for more, until I felt sick and was about to cry. I guess in a way I was an emotional eater. I knew I was gaining weight, but I didn’t know how much. Between August and October I gained about 15 lbs. Around Halloween, I had a small party with my friends. I thought I looked great in my costume, which was a kinda revealing, old dance costume. That night one of my friends had forgotten her jammies, so my mom lent her a pair of yoga pants. The next morning, my friend and I took my dogs for a walk, only this time I was wearing the pants because I didn’t have any clean clothes and she was wearing her own jeans. When we got home, my mom took me aside and told me to take off her pants, I wasn’t to wear her clothes without asking. Practically in tears I complied. Later, in the car, I got a talking to by my mom and stepdad about how my mother worked hard to maintain her size and wanted her clothes to stay nice, didn’t want me to stretch them out. It was a very emotional car ride. The next day I asked my mom to help me lose weight.

Thats enough for now, I will talk more about the rest later. I guess I just needed to start letting things go, tell someone other than a counselor. I don’t want to keep this part of my life a secret anymore, because I want to be accountable. I won’t allow this to be something I am ashamed of.

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5 thoughts on “My Story (Pt. 1)

  1. Oh. my. goodness. I never read your story ’til now. And I can’t believe how much of it is like mine. Honey, I’m so so SO proud of how far you’ve come.
    It’s been a year since you last wrote this– and I want you to read it again as if you were reading someone else’s story. You’ve just come from a camp that had you inspired to change the world and I believe that you CAN with everything you’ve learned in the past few years. I’m so so proud of you and I just want to give you a hug! I’m so inspired Lacey. You’re just.. AWESOME. 🙂 ❤

    • Thank you so much Katie! You know, I had just been thinking about how I never really did ‘finish’ writing ‘My Story”, but I guess in some ways thats not bad. Its like I can move along and start a whole new story now. Thank you beautiful, inspiring, wonderful Katie!

      • I love what you said about it being a “whole new story”! You’ve definitely got a new journey ahead of you now. Instead of trying to save yourself, you can start something new to save others– whether they’re human “others” or animal
        “others”. 😉 Use this experience as a lesson and a reminder that no matter what challenges and setbacks you face, you can always come out strong and maybe even better than before. 🙂 Haha, sorry for replying to your reply.. I just.. Have a lot to say. xD

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