I'm Lena Chen, a writer, activist, and media producer who's been called a "skank" (by Bill O'Reilly) and "a small Asian woman" (by The New York Times). My favorite part of my workday is the hate mail.
For the unlikely story that is my life, read on.
Wednesday* is Love Your Body Day! This post is part of the 2011 Love Your Body Day Blog Carnival.
Even if you haven’t been diagnosed with a condition, you’re not exempt from disordered eating. Here are some warning signs from Self Magazine:
I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve probably engaged in over half those behaviors. I would bold the ones applicable to me, butttt let’s save that embarrassment for another time. Though I clearly identify with the above list, I’ve never been diagnosed with an eating disorder and neither have any of my close friends. From what I’ve witnessed in my own life and in the lives of others, however, bodily obsession doesn’t need an official label for it to inflict serious damage to both mental and physical health.
I haven’t dieted in years - by which, I mean, that I haven’t restricted calories, blacklisted treats, or otherwise modified my food intake in pursuit of weight loss. I didn’t just wake up one day and decide that I didn’t want to diet anymore. It was a painfully slow process. I’d dieted on and off since I was in my early teens, and even though I was skinnier then than I was at times in my adulthood, I wasn’t really ever happy with my body. Then again, no one I knew in college was too happy with their bodies, particularly not my female friends. Ordering group take-out always brought out everyone’s neuroses. Some people overate to deal with stress; others simply forgot to eat or went on fasts to “make up” for the previous week’s binge. And though I hardly lived in Mean Girls-like conditions, the sad reality is that we were all our own Regina George. We tried ridiculous schemes in hopes of reaching the elusive goal of thinness.
A couple years ago, I realized through my observations of these weight struggles, that dieting and fixating on food was making things worse, not better. And by that, I don’t just mean that we weren’t losing weight. I think the diets we went on contributed to slower metabolism, nutritional deficiencies, and major, major mood swings (i.e. depression). And then there’s the question of how thin is thin enough? What do you need to be happy? I suppose if there is an “end state” that one can reach and stay happy at without unreasonable inconvenience, a diet could ostensibly work. That wasn’t, however, the experience of anyone I knew. Perhaps that’s due to the fact that most people latch onto diet fads that ensure quick results but no long-term sustainability. But I suspect that it’s also because weight loss itself doesn’t address our profound dissatisfaction with our bodies, and by reflection, ourselves. In the end, it’s not about a number on the scale, because if it were really just about a number, there wouldn’t be the shame and guilt and remorse. Which is why when we talk about physical health, we’ve got to also address the emotional.
* So I actually went back through the above list and counted which ones applied to me. I’ve engaged in 11 of those behaviors. How about you?
** An earlier version of this post suggested the wrong date! Sorry - mental calendar lapse :P
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I used to do all of these. Still do some of them, but I’m working on it.
disordered eating. (It feels like binge eating was only mentioned...context of bulimia…)