I never believed that food was actually an addiction. I would find myself in halfway houses and long-term treatment women’s programs, binging and purging, med seeking to get medications where the side effects included weight loss. I was trying to starve myself and failing miserably every time.
My name is Julie. I am 25, from Michigan, and have been recovering for three years. Recently these thoughts hit me: I spent most of my life being told what I am. Labeled a junkie. Or a drunk. Labeled a failure. Labeled the eternal “fuck up” of the family. My identity as a woman was what I was