Reading Caroline's memoir brings up a great deal of emotion in me. Mainly, I feel gratitude for the new methods I have discovered in recovery to purge my emotions.  Before recovery, I often felt I was the only girl in the world tormented by food.  I felt worthless, disgusting and weak.  I expected little good for me and my future and bulimia was my way of coping with my despair.

In college, I came undone emotionally and exploded into multiple addictions. Bulimia was always a constant thread which held me together. Some days, I got in my car and drove from fast food restaurant to fast food restaurant ordering donuts, cheeseburgers, french fries and ice cream. I never waited until I got home to begin binging on the food.  Instead, I drove around shoving fries in my mouth like a mad man on a hunger strike who has been without water for weeks.

I ate until my stomach was about to burst. I ate until my head was dizzy and my body was exhausted. To get the food up, I drank cups of water and pushed on my belly to dislodge the food.  I experienced deep relief when piles of vomit spewed from my mouth.  In those moments, I dispelled every once of pain I carried around with me.  In those moments, I expelled everything dirty and wrong and ugly about me.

Best,

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