hey, great thread everyone. Thanks for starting it Beth.
I can relate to Bliz I think. I didn't have an eating disorder for as long, but starting very young I was conditioned to believe that if I didn't look perfect, I wasn't worth anything. So much emphasis was placed on looks in my family, and my mother was constantly dieting.
She was mostly 20 - 50 lbs overweight, and my Dad claimed she only became so after having me (lucky me), her third child. Oh the guilt.
It was a constant, everyday issue. Weight and food.
I don't know how my Mother could be so obsessed with food. Ns are weird. They latch onto something, and nothing else matters...
This was so exasperating for me, I kept up "appearances" - was super fit and slim - until my Senior year of highschool. Then I gained the college 20 or 25... It was hell.
I became bulimic and lost the weight, and then went the other way to almost being anorexic. Like others here who've expressed this, it was too hard to become anorexic (I never had that kind of willpower), but I did purge with laxatives, to the point where I made myself very sick, and also screwed up my system a bit (became somewhat dependent on laxatives).
Anyway, I outgrew it when I got married, and was a plump and happy 10 pounds overweight at the end of that relationship, which had started with me looking more like an aneorexic athlete (I was working out constantly).
That was my 20's.
My 30's have been much more peaceful. I have an understanding with food now. It's no longer an issue.
I think it's something I just outgrew with maturity (mostly emotional maturity).
I also don't even wear makeup anymore (can't at work), so have become a lot less vain. My mother would be appalled

he he he
phew, feels good to get all that off my chest.
bean