(TW!! possible fatphobia)
Hello. I am little over 1 year into recovery, and while things have improved a TON in the last few months, i cant shake the feeling of grief over the life I had before anorexia.
Right before I developed the eating disorder, I was actually doing great; It was the first time in years I had felt happy. Not getting into too much detail, but I was in new environment and being percieved positively. Physically I was at my healthiest- I was eating good, never had food noise, ate out regularly without any guilt etc etc. I felt pretty for the first time in my life and i think my confidence increased proporionally, so I made tons of new friends.
The eating disorder developed sort of accidentally because I started skipping meals as I got busy with some exams, but it got bad very quick. I was very isolated for a year while struggling.
Anyway now that I am in recovery I feel so much sadness that things are just not how they used to be. I overshot by a lot and honestly now I am neutral about it most days. But I have seen a huge difference in how people treat me. I am constantly tired like there is this permanent brain fog I cant fix. Mentally I have not been doing well because of how traumatizing recovery was. I lost most of my friends during the ed and even recovery. I am so so grateful that I did it and that i am alive and well now, but I recovered sort of publically and it was humiliating.
I am no longer considered “pretty”, and as much as I tell myself that looks dont matter etc, my day to day says otherwise. I am autistic so I think the attractiveness covered my “awkwardness” and people were a lot more forgiving of my autistic traits. People no longer seek connections with me like they used to. I have even seen a decline in the opportunities I get academically. I am in a field where how you do socially matters a lot. I loved to act and got casted frequently for short films which lessed the burden of some financial issues, but nowadays I rarely get cast.
I have tried to let go of everything and still try to enjoy myself and go out and wear cute outfits but I just DONT feel good. I know that this might be partly because of internalized fatphobia, and I am working on resolving that, but every time I feel like I am making progress, something in my day to day reminds me that life WAS infact easier when I was thin. I tried therapy for a while (it was more trauma focused) but couldnt continue because of financial stuff.
I know things are getting better everyday at least physically as my weight is stable, theres no food noise, less bloat and puffiness, but mentally not so much. If anyone else further in recovery rn struggled with this I would really appreciate support and advice on how to deal with these feelings. And also cope with how fatphobic society is.
Also I understand if this post gets taken down or reported but I really need advice and this is the best place I have found so far. Everywhere else people tell me to suck it up because “thats just how life is” which is not helpful. I can barely go a day without crying at least once about how much I miss being healthy and normal.