When I Was Bulimic
The funny thing about my bulimia was that no one noticed. I suppose it was because I didn’t lose a huge amount of weight all at once. As an African woman, I saw admitting to an eating disorder as a BIG deal. It took me years to tell anyone because I was so ashamed of such a ‘weakness’. I have met only a few Africans open enough to discuss any eating disorder they may have had.
It all started when I came to the States. I went through a long ugly duckling stage and constantly compared myself to everyone; from girls at high-school to women in music videos. I started to workout for two hours everyday. I would eat little all day and stuff my belly at night. I would feel so defeated once that ‘full’ feeling came about so one day, I put my fingers down my throat. And I kept on doing it. I loved that I could eat so much and enjoy the food but throw it all up and get that empty stomach feel. I was 17 at that time and in my senior year of high school. I did not overcome this until my last semester of freshman year in college… (keep reading)