After 10+ years of Body Dysmorphia and severe eating disorders...

I have finally come to love myself. I have finally realized that I’m not fat. I just looked in the mirror this week and realized I’m beautiful. My going to be ex used to play with my squishy parts and never supported my desire to be healthy and wouldn’t let me go to the gym and would make comments like “the only place you run is to the food.” I’ve been sober for a few months after 8 years from the bulimia that gave a heart condition, fertility issues, GERD, sleep apnea, and almost dying. It was so bad basically anything I ate I would vomit. But I never told anyone because i thought they would ask why I’m not skinny if I have all these issues with food. My SO is my hero. I trusted him a very short time after I met him, he’s the only person who knows about it. He is patient and understanding. He told me daily how beautiful I am, made sure I ate throughout the day (I was a habitual binge eater where I wouldn’t eat all day then gorge at night before purging) and requested I told him whenever I felt the need to binge and purge and what I was feeling that triggered the desire (severe anxiety). He then would reason with me why I shouldn’t do it and help me come to a solution about what I was anxious about. YALL I DID IT. I am happy. I am getting healthy. I can eat without hating myself. I can look in the mirror and see a pretty woman. I’ve always hated how I looked, even since I was 6 or 7 I thought I was morbidity obese (I’m not.. I’m thick and curvy and I love it). From anorexic from ages 13-15 to bulimic from 15-23, I have overcome my demons and I am celebrating myself. I did it, guys. I fucking did it.