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Don’t Yuck My Yum; My Eating Disorder Story

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Since starting this blog there have only been a few topics that I purposefully don’t discuss. One is anything involving my loved ones. This is because I’m not down with talking about people and their emotions and shit without their consent. The other, is my eating disorder. This story is incredibly personal to me, and I use it to inspire so much of what I do here at – including creating these shirts. There’s no better time than now, right?

I’ve been scared to even say “eating disorder” in many ways. There’s still a voice in the back of my head that tells me my fatness negates any pain I’ve felt around food. There’s lingering shame over not being able to control my weight the way I do all other aspects of my life. And there’s a lot of guilt over not being where I want to be in my recovery, over still struggling 7 years after starting treatment.

But, you’ve got to start somewhere, right? So here I am, telling my story.

I started restricting my food around 10 years old. I had developed a fear of throwing up after a bad illness, and used my food intake as a way to feel safe from getting sick again. I only ate very specific foods that I deemed “healthy” (meaning they would not make me sick). By 14 I trusted a Snickers bar more than I did a hamburger thanks to the sudden nationwide panic over mad cow disease. I became obsessed with avoiding foods that could make me sick. There was no real sense to any of it, some wires got crossed in my brain and I thought I was doing something to protect myself.

Throughout my teens I would go through phases where I restricted so much of my food that I would lose large amounts of weight very rapidly. I was not a fat kid, but was teased frequently for being bigger than others. My friends were small, and I was a tall athletic girl with a big personality. I took up too much space, and my peers never hesitated to make sure I knew it.

With every period of restriction came praise. Congratulations on losing weight. Compliments from people who otherwise had no intention of befriending me. I had unlocked some secret code to getting people to think I was a worthy human being. They didn’t know I felt sick constantly, or had panic attacks in the bathroom. They didn’t see me pass out after school because I had managed to go a full day and an afternoon’s softball practice without eating more than a few crackers.

And then came the binge. Because that’s what happens when you restrict your eating – your body catches up with you. For months I would be ravenous. I would become fixated on certain “safe” foods and eat them constantly. I suddenly had more energy, I didn’t feel sick or weak all of the time… and of course I gained weight. And that’s when I really came to understand what people wanted from my body.

As pounds layered on, my desireability melted away. Friends would join in with kids making fun of me, or they would fake concern. They had never noticed that I didn’t eat before – only that I seemed to suddenly be eating more now. People started commenting on my body as if it was a piece of real estate and everyone was open to make bids. My teenage fears of not being good enough were reinforced.

The cycle continued into my 20’s. Gaining and losing huge amounts of weight until my body began to deteriorate. At 22 I had to start getting vitamin injections because bloodwork showed that my body was malnourished. I was having panic attacks numerous times throughout the day, and was unable to work or attend school. I remember my mom insisting on going to the doctor with me. I had been trying to get answers to what was ailing me, why I was so weak and tired, for months to no avail. I told the doctor I was unable to eat. My mom looked at him concerned and told him I had lost 40 pounds in just over a month. He responded by saying that at my size weight loss wouldn’t hurt, and to allow me to eat whatever I feel like eating whenever I felt like it.

And then I saw a commercial on TV for some anti-depressant. You know the one – “depression hurts”. I still did not know that my eating habits were abnormal. I knew that eating only a cup of yogurt a day didn’t feel great, but here I was – still fat. My body had plenty to live off of, right? So I thought maybe I was depressed. And I made an appointment with a therapist.

It didn’t take more than 3 appointments for my therapist to diagnose me with EDNOS or Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified. This is the catch all term for “your eating is disordered and fucked up but it’s not necessarily anorexia, bulimia, or binge eating disorder”. She began teaching me about intuitive eating.

I wish I could talk about eating intuitively with confidence. I wish I could say that I’m recovered and understand my values around food and how I like to eat. I wish that the shame and guilt and food obsession was gone. But it’s not, and I’m not. And some days are really fucking hard.

I know that I’ve been through a lifetime’s worth of shit with food and our culture’s obsession with it. I know that it’s going to take a very long time to unlearn those things. I feel good knowing that every day I get closer to peace with food. I’m close. I’m doing really really well. I’ll get there eventually.

We have a few sayings in our house that help remind us that shame around food isn’t cool. “Don’t yuck my yum” was introduced to me by a therapist who reassured me that if I wanted to eat fried pickles for dinner every night I could. It’s all about eating what you want without shame, and telling people to back off with their moral assumptions about what you’re putting in your mouth.

It’s important to me that I share my journey with all of you. Not only so that we can connect and understand one another, but so that I can be accountable for my own recovery. Because being silent for so long hurt me. And I know that so many people living in bodies that look like mine are struggling in the same way.

You are valid. Your journey is important. Your struggle is not in any way less painful than others.

If you are battling an eating disorder, need resources to find out if you may have an eating disorder, or just need someone to talk to, please visit

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Sunday 13th of August 2017

Your story is so powerful, and you are NOT alone in this. I think the most heartbreaking part is your doctor's response. Losing 40 pounds in a month IS NOT OKAY, no matter how fat you are. I'm not even a doctor and I know that! Bodies are designed to store fat, in case of famine, which is why fat is extremely difficult to lose and only happens as a body's last resort.

This is also why I never EVER compliment someone on losing weight, unless they have been very vocal about being on a fitness and wellness journey and they are losing weight in a HEALTHY way. I remember in college I went through several months of serious depression and got very thin, because I literally didn't eat anything. So many people were like, "wow you look great! What have you been doing?" And in my head I'm thinking, "um, I'm clinically depressed and starving myself." I'm now 30+ pounds heavier than I was back then and happier than ever :)


Saturday 15th of July 2017

Gosh girl I just love all that you represent. I relate to so much and am grateful for people like you paving the way for me who wants so much to be a life coach. I'm taking steps to love myself and find myself pretty. Thank you for sharing with us all. I live in Canada and really want a t-shirt. How can I make this happen. Canada needs this too ♡


Monday 17th of July 2017

All of the shirts are shipped worldwide!!!! <3

Marie C

Wednesday 12th of July 2017

Thank you for sharing your story. I suffered from EDNOS for a long time with no diagnosis and no help due to my weight, as well, and it's very comforting and inspiring to read the stories of others. I have taken big steps toward recovery, and while I still have trouble recognizing my hunger signals and sometimes struggle with food, my habits are so much healthier now. But even after I recognized my disorder and began intuitive eating, I still felt for a long time that my experience wasn't valid. Like I didn't have a "real" eating disorder, that I was exaggerating or making things up in my head. Even now I struggle with doubting myself and my own experiences, so reading about people acknowledging and sharing their experiences is a great help to me. You are such an inspiring person, and I hope your journey just gets better and more beautiful from here on out! P.S. Your new merch is adorable and I WILL be buying some "don't yuck my yum" stuff. :)


Tuesday 27th of June 2017

I really appreciate how open and vulnerable you were for this piece. I have never considered myself a member of the fat acceptance crew or HAES - I have found myself opposing them in the past - but it's pieces like yours that remind me why movements like that exist. They're about self love and not devalueing yourself or your abilities based on your size or the stigma associated with it. I think so many people struggle with EDNOS to different degrees. As you highlighted society is a big contributor to the way we view food and weight. Even some people who disguise their insecurities about their own weight by attacking others endure these struggles but don't have the self awareness (that you have clearly demonstrated) to acknowledge it. Thank you for writing this. As someone who has been around the block and has often felt unsure about where I stand on certain weight related issues, reading something like this that hits so close to home is both empowering and reassuring. I look forward to reading more of your work and learning more about your journey.


Saturday 24th of June 2017

OMG - I am in love with that 'don't yuck my yum' .. its perfect. And so true.

Sadly one of my clearest memories of my grandmother was of her telling me that 'i shouldn't have another cracker, cause I would undo all my good work' .. however, 1. It was my second cracker and all I had eaten by 2pm that day, and 2. The reason for the weight loss was some scary emotional recovery from an abusive relationship sliding almost into suicide .. the very fact that she was more concerned about me eating a cracker than the fact I had almost killed myself weeks earlier from abuse and heartbreak has stuck with me for years and tainted our relationship forever.

Despite your long journey (which I'm sure has had its share of highs and lows), you should be proud of how far you've come and also by how much you inspire others with your confidence and outlooks on the whole body positivity movement. I know you've inspired me to stop worrying so much about what and how others see me - to be happy with how I see myself and to take joy from the fact I am healthy and loved.

Thankyou for sharing such a personal story xoxo

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