Hello, I'm new here and I'm hoping to find some friends that have been going through the same things I have for the past ... as long as I can remember. I was walking through a store the other day and I walked by a mirror and looked at myself and I hated everything I saw. No wonder no one wants to be friends with me, I'm dumpy frumpy, my hair is a disaster, I feel like I look like a busted can of biscuits, I hate all of it.
When I was young, all I can remember is that my mom was always on a "diet". Her and my aunt used to "joke" with me and call me bubble butt and thunder thighs and make a big deal out of it, usually in front of people. I was probably about 6 or 7 and was skinny and tall and awkward. From then on, I started looking in the mirror everyday and seeing things I didn't like. I didn't like that my hair was frizzy and didn't lay right or that I couldn't do anything with it to make it look nice (still can't - go figure), I didn't like that my upper arms looked too big or that my belly button was a round hole that made be look fat. My mom used to take Metabolife diet pills with Ephedrine (before it was otc banned) and I remember sneaking one of the pills before I went to school and it made me bounce off the walls for 2 days, I felt great, I wasn't hungry and I had so much energy. I was probably in 5th or 6th grade by then and still had horrible hair and my glasses ... someone please punch me and break them. I felt like I didn't fit in with anyone or anywhere.
Mom was back on another diet and I started reading every label and counting calories and cutting out pictures of thin people and telling myself not to eat because I'm fat and that's why people don't like me. I was getting away with drinking the slim fast shakes in the morning because I'd make mom's into a frozen frosty and she loved it and I just made myself one too. That's when I stopped really eating breakfast. 7th and 8th grade were HORRIBLE!! Aside from being dumpy, I still had bad hair, add bad skin (cystic acne), still didn't fit in, and I wasn't as developed as the other girls my age.
Fast forward to about 10 years ago (my early 20s), I was eating about a meal a day, restricting everything, exercising until I dropped and still trying to go to college full-time and work full-time. Still unhappy with how I looked. I remember mixing a bunch of diet pills and sitting in class and it hit me. Everything started to go black and I was really faint and flushed. I remember making it out of the classroom and into the hallway where I passed out. Not one person checked on me or asked if I was ok that was walking by, not one. That's when I started questioning my existence. I had gone my whole life and no one really wanted me around. No one cared enough. The thing about depression is that it starts with the feeling of sadness and hopelessness and then slides into numbness. You can't think of anything else except to stop the way you feel. Normal thoughts, like "what will my family think", don't cross your mind, you just want it to end.
Jump to today, my mom passed away about 2 years ago from cancer. I've always been really careful about what I put into my body (food-wise) but I know I've beat it up too. I just feel like I can't find the right combination to get the results I've been looking for. I can't do gluten, soy, wheat, dairy, most meat, and carbs. I still read every label and soy or gluten is in EVERYTHING and now there are "hidden" ingredients that our bodies can't process that are just thrown in for taste and preservation. I try to eat raw organic and mostly vegan, please much anything that doesn't come from the earth, I don't eat.
I workout everyday and try to walk 5 miles everyday. I've tried counting calories, carbs, macros, you name it and nothing seems to be working. I feel like I had some muscle definition and now I feel like everything is just a pile of goo. I'm assuming that I'm not eating enough or that I'm not eating the right amounts of the right things but every place I go, I get 15 different answers and I don't know what's right. I don't know why I can't get to where I want to be. I know it's not going to happen overnight and now I'm obsessing over "is my organic really organic" and then the depression sets in of "there's no hope, just accept that you're going to be fat and disgusting". I'm not a big food person and it's hard to force myself to eat when I'm not hungry and I'm a picky eater but I'm trying to branch out and explore more foods. You can only drink so many kale smoothies a day (but they're so good ...), then the dysmorphia chimes in and says "you're fat, fatty, do you realize you just had 50g of banana and how much you're going to bloat and jiggle and how much you need to work out to get rid of that banana?"
I just feel lost and I'm sorry for being all over the place. Aside from all of the negative family drama (it's been falling apart since mom died) and working full-time for little pay with a toxic, nosy boss, my mind is scattered all over the place. I can't even downward dog without noticing the dimple on my thigh or the puffiness around my knees. I don't know where to begin fresh and start anew. I'm tired of feeling with way. I'm tired of working for nothing and getting nowhere. I'm trying to be more health conscious and be more aware of what I eat and it's really hard to just shovel food in that I probably need in some way. If you all want to run the other way screaming I get it, it's been like that my whole life. I have zero friends because I don't belong anywhere so I've come here hoping to find some, or just one.

