The food obsession was a distraction and the labels gave me a sense of belonging.
I was anorexic throughout high school, college & early 20s - I had a good run. I categorize those years as being ‘in it’. I needed to learn to eat food & nourish my body properly, and wasn’t able to focus on living life to the fullest, I just needed to eat to live.
I’ve gone the therapy route, hospital route, rehab to sober living route, 12 Step Program for Alcoholics Anonymous & Overeaters Anonymous (yes, you sub under eating or food as your addiction) & believe with each program or path, I would take what applies & leave the rest. Unfortunately, I was left a lot unanswered around how to have a healthy relationship with food.
Fast forward to turning 30, finding myself single, unemployed & attending a friend’s baby shower most Sunday afternoons. Not exactly thriving.
With my life up in the air, skipping meals, extra workouts & restriction was a familiar safety net I could rely on. As friends asked how I was doing, I’d replied with meek ‘I’m fine,’ hoping to avoid further questioning. But my ears perked up when I heard another definition for ‘FINE’ - F*cked Up, Insecure, Neurotic & Emotional - this was me!
For the first time, I felt seen. I felt understood. This definition of fine effectively communicated what I could not, or maybe wasn’t ready to say.
Okay, let’s be honest for a second: At 30, single, unemployed & fighting an ongoing battle with food, I felt f*cked up, insecure, neurotic & emotional. Now that’s more like it!
FINE in all its glory! This definition was not negative in tone, it was a sigh of relief! I could name the embarrassment of still struggling with food, the worry of not being where I ‘should be’, the feelings of not being enough, the rolling narrative of self-doubt.
Anorexia was about control, and feeling FINE was learning to let it go & live life on life’s terms — even when times were fucked up, insecure, emotional & neurotic — I could handle this.
This a-ha moment needed to be shared! But my friends, God love them, seemed to have their shit together. They weren’t struggling to get out of bed, career less and directionless. They weren’t getting ghosted daily from potential lovers on dating apps, and certainly weren’t laughing through the pain or flirting with old eating disorder behaviors - or were they??
Did other people feel this way? Were other people FINE too??! What has worked for them?
Tired of feeling alone in my food struggles, I created weFINE, a platform that embraces life’s messiness around food.
I don’t have a perfect path to recovery, but I have the passion to speak openly and honestly about my journey, my toolbox and my point of view around the fucked up, insecure, neurotic & emotional feelings we have around food.
In sharing my truth, and hopefully those of others, this community of women will support individual paths of living our best lives in between meals.
Enough about me, I want to hear from you!
Please connect by sharing your email or slide into my DMs on Instagram via @weFINE__, I can’t wait to meet you!
Big love xoxo