From One Addiction To Another: My Constant Struggle With Moderation

I take the trash out early. Sometimes before it’s full. An empty trash bag is better than seeing the evidence. I can’t let anyone see and I’ve not even admitted this dirty little secret to anyone close to me. Instead, I’m publishing it on the Internet. I’ve struggled with disordered eating and body dysmorphia my whole life. My story is not unlike many women my age (38), who grew up in the ’90s with heroin-chic models and pants made for women without bellies. I remember being as young as preschool, noticing that I had a belly bigger than my peers. My mom told me I was beautiful, but who ever believes their mothers? <a href="https://medium.com/black-bear-recovery/from-one-addiction-to-another-my-constant-struggle-with-moderation-82d9b1c84c94">Website</a>