Open Your Eyes to What’s Really Happening

All of sudden I felt defeated. I felt kicked down, unworthy. I had just come back from an important lunch with an important person. I was sitting at my desk, my roommate’s presence was annoying me, and thoughts pulsed through my body about how I wasn’t good enough. Over and over, like a broken record, a story played in my head where I was unwanted, not liked, and thought of as not as good as my peers. This anxiety made me feel physically uncomfortable. I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw myself out the window and fly far, far away. And baby, I wanted to eat.

I had it all planned out in intricate, beautiful detail. First, I would walk across the street to the grocery store. I would buy cheap packaged donuts and some snickers bars. Then I would eat those while walking to the bakery about 2 blocks away. I don’t care who would be on the sidewalk watching me, for all they knew I hadn’t eaten in two months. Who cares. And then I would go to the bakery, buy an assortment of baked goods, sit down there, and eat. Then I would walk to the sandwich shop nearby and buy a few sandwiches, take them back to my room and eat.

As I was getting my shoes on and about to head out the door, when a voice in my head said, “Open your eyes to what’s really happening“.

Suddenly, everything shifted. My breathing became deeper and more calm.

What was really happening?

This isn’t about food. And I don’t really want any of it either.

The truth was I felt hurt. Not so much by other people. It is possible that that important person doesn’t like me as much as my peers, it is also possible that my peers don’t like me at all. But nothing that any other person has done to me is what was making me feel pain. It was me.

What was really happening was that I wasn’t being nice to myself. I was being a huge bitch, actually. Every time something went wrong I blamed it on my body not being 6 ft. and 115 pounds. I forgot that I am a person, with a soul and a heart. There have been parts of myself that I have been completely ignoring. My passions, my talents, my desires.

What was really happening was that for a second, I forgot who I was.

And when I asked myself what was really going on, I remembered that:

1) I don’t need other people’s approval of me to validate myself

2) Food is not what I want

3) I am not my body. In fact, I am so much more.

And that my friends, is when I got my ass to the gym. Instead of binging a glorious and wonderful binge (which would have ended in a severe stomach ache, mind fog, irritableness, and depression) I went for a jog. Weird.

You know, I used to think that my eating problem was a curse. That my stomach, my hips, and my arms, were God’s way of saying you can’t have it all. But slowly, subtly, I am starting to think maybe that’s not true after all. Maybe my all of my weird eating habits can reveal to me what I want and who I am (along with other misunderstandings I am dying to know about myself).

And you know what? I believe that for everyone. I really believe that every single person who is overweight, or overeats, who is a chronic dieter, or who constantly binges and then starves, has something really special under those weird and messed up eating habits. I don’t what is under it exactly, but I believe it is a gift. This is a gift.


3 thoughts on “Open Your Eyes to What’s Really Happening

  1. At 18 my whole life was consumed my weight, body images issues and never feeling good enough. But that’s all in the past now, it took a lot of work for me to understand everything I was going through was so much bigger than my eating issues.

    I GC once told me to attempt to save the money I would spend over eating and put it towards something totally fun and different. Nine months later I went to the Bahamas with two very good friends for spring break!

    You can do this, I promise.

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