I stayed in bed all day. I was depressed, I was anxious, and I had just thrown up. You might be surprised but this was not my eating disorder. This was actually perfectionism. My treatment team had told me for a long time that, if I did not recover from perfectionism, I would not live a happy, fulfilled life.
They actually said I couldn’t recover from my eating disorder without recovering from perfectionism. I just thought they wanted to make me lazy—just like I thought they wanted to make me fat when they told me to eat.
Well, I was wrong on both accounts.
In order to fully recover from my eating disorder and live a happy life, I had to face perfectionism head on. And now I’m living a perfectly imperfect life, and you can join me.
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body image, perfectionism, recovery