I was probably 9 or 10 years old when I had my first "eating disorder" thought. We were at my grandparents house for family Christmas and there was chocolate cake for dessert. I loved chocolate cake. I was so excited when my aunt cut me a rather large piece and then someone said, "You're going to eat that whole thing?" in a disdainful way. I didn't love chocolate cake anymore. I can still remember this moment so clearly. It was when my whole life changed.
After that, I started noticing how my clothes were tighter on me, especially around my tummy. I noticed that my friends were thinner than me as well as my brother. By no fault of his own, I have always, to this day, wished I had his body instead of my own. While growing up, I started to develop these thoughts categorizing foods into "boy foods" and "girl foods." "Boy foods" were mostly junk foods: potato chips, sugary cereal, chocolatey desserts, basically anything greasy or sugary. "Girl foods" were the blander, "healthier" foods: pretzels, rice, plain pasta... I think I doing this because I knew my brother could eat these things and still stay skinny but I couldn't, so instead I would just say, "I don't like that," even if I may have actually wanted it. This is where I began being classified as a "picky eater."

I'm definitely not saying all "picky eaters" have underlying eating disorders, that's not true at all. I'm trying to help you watch out for signs of more than just picky eating. This is something I've dealt with for a majority of my life, a lot I which I'm angry that I let it affect me the way it did and that it held me back from so many opportunities. I'm hoping that by sharing my stories, I can help someone else struggling know that they're not alone, and help others understand that mental health is more than just a bad day.
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