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Too Many of us Believe That We’re Not Good Enough at Being Bad to Ourselves


I was swimming when I saw her. She walked past the pool with her bones coming out at desperate angles, her hair thinning and her skin a sickly shade of grey. She was what you imagine when you think of anorexia.

When I caught sight of her, I was shocked. But I wasn’t just shocked. I was also a little bit jealous. She had more self-control and more determination than I did. She hadn’t just met society’s expectations of women, she had actually surpassed them. A small but very determined voice in my mind said, “You don’t have an eating disorder. You’re far too fat to have an eating disorder. When you look like HER – that’s when you deserve to use the term ‘eating disorder’.”

When I got out of the pool, I almost fainted. But I didn’t have an eating disorder. Right?

The reason I’m writing this is because I’ve heard “But I don’t have an eating disorder” a lot lately, when bandying around seriously unhealthy beliefs about food. And how often have we framed the shitty feelings we have about our bodies like this? How often have we admitted that, yes, we hate our bodies, yes, every bite of food is fraught with guilt, but hastily added that no, we don’t have an eating disorder? “I don’t have an eating disorder” covers a multitude of sins. So why do we keep saying it?

Part of this habit comes from knowing that eating disorders are mental illnesses. We don’t want to detract from the seriousness of these conditions by making out that our difficulties with a packet of Tim Tams are on a par with someone who has it so much worse. I get that. ‘Eating disorder’ is a big term, and the last thing most of us want to do is make it smaller by using it lightly. Then there’s also the stigma that is still associated with mental illness. That stigma is very real.

And yet, in my experience, this isn’t the whole story. In my experience, when I didn’t believe that my own eating disorder was serious enough to warrant attention, there is a part of yourself that says: “I don’t deserve to say I have an eating disorder. I’m not thin enough, not extreme enough, not far along enough. I ate a cookie yesterday, for fuck’s sake!” We look down at our thighs or pinch our stomachs, and the overriding feeling is: “I am not good enough. Not even good enough at starving myself to deserve to say that something is wrong.”

But here’s the reality. I don’t care how much you eat, what you weigh, how often you exercise, where on a graph you fall or whether you tick a bunch of fucking boxes. I don’t care. These things should not determine whether or not you are able to say, “Hey, this is screwed up. This needs to change.”

If the way you feel about food, exercise or your body is not the way you want it to be, not a way that in any way makes you happy, then that deserves to be worked on. And you deserve help in working on that.

Use labels. Don’t use labels. It doesn’t matter. But know that wherever you’re at, it’s never too early to deserve to feel better.

As women, there are many things we are told we don’t deserve. We don’t deserve to take up space, to have ownership of our own bodies, to have that last piece of cake. We don’t deserve to speak up, to be paid equally to men or to ask for that right, to walk down the street in certain clothes without harassment.

And now we believe we don’t deserve to speak out and change things unless we are at the very extreme end of a loosely defined spectrum of self-hatred.

My ex-boyfriend once said that saying you shouldn’t complain about something because someone else has it worse is like saying you shouldn’t be happy about something because someone else has it better. He was an asshole in some ways, and a really nice guy in others.

But here, I think he’s got it right. We don’t need to be at our worst before we’re worth working on.

-EV tweets from here and blogs here

7 thoughts on “Too Many of us Believe That We’re Not Good Enough at Being Bad to Ourselves

  1. Hear hear! A “love” relationship with food has got to be the only healthy one. Healthy food is delicious too. And it does involve carbs.

  2. I can honestly say I have met only one woman in my entire adult life who didn’t have some kind of emotional relationship with food. She eats when she is hungry, doesn’t when she is full, and doesn’t feel the need to rationalise her food choices. And yes, she is well-nourished, healthy and for want of a better description a “normal” weight. Almost all the women I know – myself included – feel the need to rationalise how and what we eat to varying degrees.

  3. I think this mentality is dangerous for all mental disorders. For the longest time, and even now, I struggled asking for help with my anxiety and depression because I wasn’t “sad” enough or extreme enough.

  4. There is a difference between disordered eating and eating disorders, and an unhealthy relationship with food and weight should not be confused with a severe mental illness, but I absolutely agree that so many people with actual eating disorders refuse to believe that they “deserve” to say that they have one, and that is a problem. And everyone, with any kind of issue surrounding food or weight, deserves help and support to better that relationship, whether they have disordered eating or eating disorders.

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