Rising on up - Recoveries Small Wins
Sitting here eating my lunch with the sun from the window resting on my back, I can feel the drips of sweat starting to trickle out from the sweat glands under my arms and down my back. Stripped down to a pair of shorts and a string top rolled up to expose my back, with a fan blasting in my face. I think back to how only last year I would likely have been wearing full length trousers and a cardigan or sweatshirt, shivering in this 27-degree heat. Back then no amount of sun could save me from the extreme cold I was suffering thanks to being well under my ideal weight. The aches and pains I would feel through every bone in my body, stiff, sore and unable to concentrate. Unless you have experienced what it feels like to be vastly underweight, you will never appreciate the joy of sweating, the joy of not needing to strap a hot water bottle to your stomach in the middle of summer. Glancing back over the list I created of all things I wanted to gain back, I realise just how far I have come.
First up was the night sweats. I would wake in the middle of the night drenched as though someone had poured a glass of water over me in my sleep and it had seeped into the sheets. The sheets would smell of stale sweat. I remember the fear of going on holidays and having to share a bed with a friend in case they would wake up and see or smell me. I would be terrified of having a guy to stay over, so much so that even after 2 months dating, I would send my boyfriend home every night he came back to mine. Although I sweat now during the day, even on the warmest of nights I never awake to wet, sweaty sheets and only rarely even wake up warm in the middle of the night.
Then my sex drive, or lack thereof. I remember feeling uncomfortable and on edge as my boyfriend would cuddle me in bed, terrified he would want sex. I couldn’t remember what it felt like to want it, to feel interested in a person in that way. After the rejection I had suffered a few years previously, that in part triggered the weight loss, I vowed to never let myself be this hurt again. And for a long time, I managed to avoid this. I became a cold and distant person, uninterested in anyone but myself and certainly not interested in sex. In both ways, no one could hurt me because I wouldn’t let in anyone that wanted to get me know me or show me any affection or desire. It didn’t take long for this desire to return after I had gained some weight. Partly because I had the brain space to think about something other than food but also because my hormone levels had started to return to somewhat normal levels.
My god the peeing, I would go to the toilet, and not a minute later would still need to go. I would wake every hour in the night to go to the toilet. I was never able to enjoy any length of time out of the house without needing to find a toilet. I would need to google public toilets in the area before I agreed to meet someone. I vividly remember coming back from my art class in Clapham one evening and finding myself in sheer panic, running home from Elephant and Castle station, in severe throbbing pain as I clenched my bladder. Looking down every alley and side street in case I needed to duck in and pee in the street. The pain would last hours even after I had made it to the toilet. Now I find myself leaving for my art class at 6.30pm on a Tuesday evening and not returning until 9.10pm, not needing to pee the entire time.
Feeling like me again. I do mourn my thin body, how in control I felt for a time. How desired and accepted I felt. Looking back at photos and feeling pleased at the clothes I could wear and how much I looked like the images I always envied. But then I have to remind myself that this girl was alone, weak, tired and cold. I don’t think I laughed for three years. A fake laugh maybe, but not a real belly laugh. The one that echoes through a room, infecting those around me. I missed the girl who makes silly jokes and puns, the girl who is not afraid to put herself out there and try something new. Who loves to spend time with friends, especially when it involves a really deep conversation. For so long, I found social occasions hard to engage in, because my thoughts were fixed on when I would never eat or move. Now I get to fully embrace every moment. Days spent watching a movie on the couch, out having lunch with friends or a few relaxing days away. I’m so glad that girl has returned.



















