My Story 


So here’s my story. I’m a woman who is an overcomer. Growing up in Florida meant that I was exposed to a lot culturally and I embraced that. When I moved to South Carolina, I got a quick wake up call that everybody isn’t so accepting of things that are different. I was eventually bullied a lot of being me and before I knew it, I became this shy, depressed person I didn’t recognize. 

Time past and I developed an eating disorder. Bulimia to be exact. At the time, I felt like I had to have everything together and really strived to fit it. I had a friend (which in hindsight, she wasn’t really a friend) who commented on my weight. We worked together at a clothing store and one night I commented on how I didn’t think I could pull off a certain trend because I didn’t have any curves. Basically I was a stick figure (or at least that’s what the people who teased me called me). She responded by saying that I was actually not “that skinny” and could lose some weight. Naturally, my feelings were hurt. Fast forward to a few weeks. I got sick and as a result, I lost a few pounds. This “friend” commented how good I looked and whatever I was doing, I should keep doing it. I wasn’t sure how to continue the weight loss without being sick but I knew I wanted to keep receiving compliments from her. 

I did my research and realized I could eat lots of food and then just work out afterwards. When I say workout, I don’t mean I worked out for 20 minutes here one day and 30 minutes another day. I worked out at high intensity levels for hours. I remember one incident when I worked out during the summer in sweats for three hours and nearly passed out. This “friend” eventually moved away but I couldn’t move on from my eating disorder. Time passed and I knew I couldn’t keep this up. I didn’t want to although I was addicted to it. I thought that it was a great way for me to have control over my life.  

Why am I telling you this? Simply because I know I’m not the only one who has suffered from an eating disorder. My story isn’t glamorous but it made me who I am. I’ve shared that my faith is a huge part of who I am and I believe that there’s no need to be ashamed of my story because God has already forgiven me. I’m not saying it was easy but I will say it’s been years since I’ve relapsed. I’m certain I couldn’t have gotten through it without Him (God). Maybe you’ve gone through something that you feel ashamed of. Let me tell you, you shouldn’t be ashamed of what has made you..well you. It’s possible that someone out there is waiting to hear your story to let them know they aren’t alone. 

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