Now I can truly say I am recovered—recovery is definitely possible.
It’s now been nine years of an unbelievable journey. I remember the first time, during that first year of recovering, when I was talking to a friend on the telephone and laughing out loud. My friend started to cry and told me that she couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually heard me laugh. What an amazing day that was! I realized that, indeed, I could laugh again. And laughing feels really good!
If you’ve come this far with me, you’ve already gotten to the point where you are at least considering recovery. You’ve taken the first baby steps, and you’re probably scared. As much as we all want to get better, it’s frightening to give up something we know so well. When I was bingeing and restricting, I always knew exactly what to expect. I knew that if I did A, then B would happen. When I began my recovery, I had no idea what would happen, and for years I continued to tell people that I was recovering because I was still afraid to give up my eating disorder entirely. But now I can truly say I am recovered, and that recovery is definitely possible. Your path to health won’t be perfect or simple or straight any more than anyone else’s. In fact, it will be one of the hardest things you’ll ever have to do. But I can provide you with the tools I’ve acquired over many years to help you persevere through the highs and lows of recovery. Some of my tools will also become yours; others may not work for you. And you’ll probably be adding tools of your own. That’s the beauty of the recovery process: it is unique to each individual. There is no right or wrong way to recover.
Your path to health won’t be perfect or simple or straight. In fact, it will be one of the hardest things you’ll ever have to do. But I can help you persevere through the highs and lows.
There will surely be slipups, but it won’t always be so serious, either. We’re even going to have some good laughs along the way. And the one thing I can assure you is that recovery is more than worth it—it is without a doubt the best thing I’ve ever done for myself!
PROFILE IN RECOVERY: Allison’s Story
I first read Allison’s story in the newspaper the morning after she won the title of Miss Florida. I was immediately struck by how eloquently she spoke about her battle with bulimia: trying to live up to unrealistic standards, living life after her recovery and her passion for using her voice to create awareness and change. She used the platform her Miss Florida title provided to educate others and bring attention to how serious and widespread the problem of eating disorders really is. When her reign was over, she continued her outreach by creating her own nonprofit organization and traveling around the state speaking to students. I am deeply grateful that Allison has continued to use her voice throughout the years and that she now lives the life she imagined…eating-disorder free.
Ten years ago, my battle with bulimia was in full swing. My days were consumed by an illness I never expected or wanted in my life. When people think about eating disorders, they often think that they are a choice, but that simply isn’t true. Eating disorders are not choices; they are mental illnesses, and they are also the leading cause of death among all mental diseases.
Eating disorders are not choices; they are mental illnesses.
In order for you to completely understand why my eating disorder began, I think it is important for you to understand a little bit about my past. I grew up in a very competitive home. My mom was a former national champion baton twirler, and by the time I was five, I was well on my way to pursuing the same goal. From the very beginning, I was a complete perfectionist and put a lot of pressure on myself. From pushing myself in the gym to expecting straight As on my report card, I didn’t want to settle for anything less than the best.
One point I want to stress to you is that I didn’t wake up one day and decide I wanted to be a bulimic. I vividly remember when my eating disorder started. I’d had a bad day at the gym and was really upset. For some reason I got so worked up that I actually threw up. It just happened; but in that moment something was triggered in my mind that eventually led to a life consumed by an eating disorder and some very serious side effects.
I didn’t wake up one day and decide I wanted to be a bulimic.
For three years my eating disorder was my secret, but by the time I was a junior in high school, I physically could not deal with it anymore. I went to my parents for help, but they didn’t really know what to do. I became very angry with them for not being able to help me or give me what I needed, and at that point anorexia also came into the mix. By the time I started my senior year, my symptoms were very visible. I was extremely weak, I had lost half the hair on my head, I had broken blood vessels in my eyes, I had done damage to my esophagus from the bingeing and purging, I couldn’t digest food properly even if I wanted to, and I was at a dangerously low weight. By November, I knew I couldn’t live that way any longer. I went to my parents once again and at that point they took me to our family doctor, who diagnosed my eating disorder and told us that I would need to work with an outpatient treatment team. Together we found a psychologist, a psychiatrist and a nutritionist who would help me start to heal.
A major turning point in my recovery occurred when I left for the University of Florida the following fall. This was my opportunity to start my life over, but it also could have triggered my eating disorder again. I decided the best thing to do would be to surround myself with people who could help keep me strong and to get involved in groups that helped to prevent eating disorders. I volunteered at the student health-care center and started to tell my story. Interestingly, speaking out in public also helped me to help myself. I realized that by being open and honest about what I had been through, I was helping others who were either suffering or knew someone who was.
I realized that by being open and honest about what I had been through, I was helping others who were either suffering or knew someone who was.
At that point, I decided to start HOPE, Helping Other People Eat, which is now a 501(c)(3) nonprofit organization that works for the prevention and awareness of eating disorders.
I also wanted to give back to those organizations and groups that had helped me during my struggle. The National Eating Disorders Association provided a wealth of information not only for me but for my parents. Currently, my involvement with NEDA ranges from being a yearly NEDAwareness Week coordinator to serving as the inaugural chairwoman of the National Junior Board. I also lobby for insurance parity with the Eating Disorders Coalition on Capitol Hill and with the NEDA STAR Program in Florida, and I am an active supporter of the Alliance for Eating Disorders Awareness.
In 2006 I won the title of Miss Florida and went on to compete in the Miss America pageant. During my reign as Miss Florida, I traveled the state, educating all age groups about eating disorders. Over the last few years, I have spoken to more than forty thousand people about these illnesses and have made a commitment to continue speaking and reaching out for the rest of my life.
I truly believe that we go through things for a reason. Knowing how terrible it was for me to suffer from an eating disorder, I now live my life every day trying to prevent others from traveling down that path and helping those who are suffering to find the help they need.
Chapter Two
GIVE UP THE GUILT—AND RECLAIM YOUR POWER
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