To be completely honest with you, I have been stalling this piece. I wasn’t afraid of writing it, the reactions, or even of the message I’m sending out to all of you with this article. No, it’s just always a bit weird to say goodbye to something I’ve cherished for so long.
An image of a gorgeous, healthy-looking, curvy woman pops up in my Facebook timeline. People rave about her in the comments — finally a pretty woman! And I agree that the shift towards curvy women is a fantastic thing, but we’re not there yet. Yes, we’re finally getting rid of the skinny ideal, yet the beauty ideal still is made up of labels — just different labels.
A few days ago, an article popped up called “The Ugliest Woman in the World.” I didn’t click it because the idea that someone had the nerve to make a statement like that infuriated me, but when I saw it everywhere, my curiosity won me over. I’m glad it did, because I found a video of what turned out to be one of the most inspirational women I’ve seen on the Internet.
The last thing I expected from my anorexia was that it would bring me something good. After all, it had ruined my health and who I was, and the worst of all was the impact it had had on other people — people I love. I was right not to expect anything from my anorexia, but I was wrong to underestimate myself, my ambitions, and my desire to help other people, incited precisely by the thing I despised most.