I think it started when i was a kid; my mom would always monitor what my sisters and I ate, and make comments about how "you dont need that" or "thats not a good choice" and then I would feel horrible and awkward and guilty for even wanting it in the first place. She did the same thing at dinner. If any of us went back for seconds, she would say something like "you dont want to do that" or "don't you want to lose weight?". Nothing abusive or mean, just helpful motherly advice, but it always really embarrassed me when she did it in front of my one sister, who was 4 years younger than me and could eat anything she want (her metabolism crashed last year, like it does with everybody in my family when they hit puberty, and shes been packing on #s ever since).
She always tried to feed me and my sisters healthy, which I resented. While all the other kids in my class had cookies and chips at snack time, I had an apple or a granola bar. I would rejoice when I went to the home of a genetically thin friend, because eating healthy usually wasnt something that their parents worried about and so they always had good food around. I always got more excited over food than anybody else I knew.
I can still remember being 11 years old and going on an overnight to an amusement park with my girl scout troupe. My mother warned me that, if she asked my leader if i'd overeaten on the trip and she said that I did, I would never be allowed to go away with my troupe again because it meant that I couldnt be trusted with food. So i got a giant bag of chocolate while I was there, and ate it in the bathroom while everybody was asleep.
So, when I was allowed to go up to the local stores/bring my own money at lunch, i would use it to binge eat on candy and chips and ice cream and the stuff that was forbidden in my home. I brought it under control when I was about 15, by purging after a binge. When i was 16, I went off to Germany. Then my binge-eating kicked up again. I would stuff myself with chocolate, cakes, cookies, candy, baked goods, anything that I could find. However, because of my host family, I was unable to get time alone to purge, so i put on almost 30 lbs. On top of that, i started to drink and to smoke weed (weed makes me crave a binge like mad).
Now at 18, I have accepted the fact that I will never have a normal relationship with food, and therefor need to make it as little a part of my life as possible. I have lost 40lbs almost, and am down to my lowest weight ever (185, and I'm 5'9).
I've never really admitted this to anybody before. in fact, not even to myself. I've always equated being overweight to having "****ty genetics". in reality, I now see that I have probably normal genetics, and that just because there are people out there who can eat a billion calories and not gain an OZ, it doesnt give me an excuse to eat whatever I want and be fat because I dont have that kind of metabolism.


