Emily’s ED story

October 18, 2012 in Eating disorders,lessons for moms

Today, we are reading a story. Because we love our daughters. And we want to help them avoid a devastating disease.  Today, Emily shares her story.  EmiLessons for moms on eating disordersly Wierenga is a generous soul. I don’t  know her except in the we’ve-exchanged-a-few-emails way, but I can sense her kindness.  Her heart aches for those who struggle with eating disorders, because she knows the pain first hand.  In Emily’s book Chasing Silhouettes, she shares her stories and ways to help, because she and her family are brave and want to help others. With her permission, I have reposted  her ED story. She blogs at www.emilywierenga.com   Come back tomorrow to read more from Emily. (Note: The picture to the left is not Emily. It is a family picture that I just used for this series.)

The nurses murmured to each other under fluorescent lighting as I lay shivering on the metal hospital bed, cold. Later, I would learn that they had marveled at my hypothermic, sixty-pound sack of bones, reasoning, “She should be dead.” I was a breach of science; a modern-day miracle. Yet in that profound moment, all I could think was: “Why can’t I lose any more weight?”

After four years of slow and steady starvation, I had finally quit eating altogether.

It started when I began to squint my eyes for the camera. I wanted to create laughter lines in a laughter-less face. Then, I began sucking in my cheeks. I liked how it made me look thinner. Model-like. I was nine years old.

The next four years were a blur. Anorexia starved my mind, but I’ll always remember the darkness. Days smudged with counting calories and streaming tears. Days filled with frowns, fierce yells and fists pounding against my father’s chest…

Dad loved us by doing his job so well he put ministry before family. He’d kiss us on the cheeks early in the morning and lead Bible devotions and sigh when we asked him questions on Sermon-Writing day. I hated Sermon-Writing day.

I got baptized at age eight because Dad said I should and I wanted to please him the same way I wanted to please God. I associated God with my father—a distant, unemotional man who said he loved me yet was too busy to show it.

One year later, I realized that even though I’d gotten baptized, Dad still didn’t ask me how I was doing, not really, and so God still didn’t care. Not really.

Food was dished onto our plates at every meal; again, I had no choice but to finish it. This inability to make my own decisions killed my independent spirit. Mum meant well; as a nutritionist, she served healthy but plentiful portions. As a result, we became healthy but plentiful children.

Meanwhile, a woman I’d become very close to, ‘Grandma Ermenie,’ passed away. And life became even more uncontrollable, and disappointment, more certain…

It’s a scary place to be in, this place where you have no one, so you have to become bigger than life itself, in order to carry yourself through the pain. A nine-year-old isn’t very big. And all I wanted was to be small. Because the world told me that thin was beauty. And maybe if I was beautiful, Dad would want to spend time with me.

I didn’t know about anorexia nervosa. We weren’t allowed to play with Barbie dolls or take dance lessons or look at fashion magazines or talk about our bodies in any way other than holy, so I didn’t know anything except that Mum changed in the closet when Dad was in the room, and made us cover our skin head to foot.

A kind of shame came with this not talking about bodies and beauty became something forbidden. And I wanted it more than anything. So I stopped eating.

It was a slow-stop, one that began with saying “No,” and the “No” felt good. I refused dessert. I refused the meals Mum dished up for me. I refused the jam on my bread and then the margarine and then the bread itself…

At night, I dreamt of food. Mum would find me, hunting for imaginary chocolates in my bed. I wanted her to hug me and make the fear go away, but was worried that if I did, my guard would be let down and I’d eat real chocolates, so I stopped hugging her for two years.

My legs were getting thin, and that was what mattered, but I dreamt about her arms, and woke up hugging myself.

I slipped from a state of not being hungry to a state of choosing to be hungry. I liked how my pants sagged, how my shirt became loose, my face slim, and my eyes, big. And at some point, I became a different person, intent on being skinny no matter the cost.

This is how it starts.

My book, Chasing Silhouettes: How to Help a Loved One Battling an Eating Disorder.
A book that tells the story of redemption, the story of how a little girl decided to get better when she realized God had saved her on that hospital bed. She should have died, and she didn’t, and she was a miracle, the nurses said.

And only recently have I learned what I put my parents, my siblings, my husband through (when I relapsed at the age of 23), and what I put at risk (doctors saying I wouldn’t be able to have children). And how I thought it was about food, but really, it was about so much more.

About needing to fill the gap inside, the spiritual gap that begs for significance, that begs for some sense of worth, that begs to be heard.

And isn’t that all we ever want? To be heard? To be known and cherished and seen and loved?

So I’ve written this book, with the help of professionals from Remuda Ranch, Mercy Ministries, Brookhaven Hospital, and other organizations, to help provide insight into the mind and heart of an eating disordered person.

Because it’s not really about food. Yet it becomes all about food, because food is easier.

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{ 11 comments… read them below or add one }

emily wierenga October 18, 2012 at 2:09 pm

oh laura, i sense your kindness too. i love that you are doing this for mothers out there. God bless you friend.


pruningprincesses October 20, 2012 at 2:28 am

Thank you again for sharing your words here. I so appreciate your generosity.


Mothering From Scratch October 18, 2012 at 3:42 pm

{Melinda} What a raw, honest post. I know her book will help many women and hopefully their healing will help them prevent this disorder from manifesting in their precious girls. Thanks for sharing this, Laura. And I agree with, Emily. You are indeed kind. 🙂


Sharon O October 18, 2012 at 4:09 pm

Wonderful miraculous story, so glad you are sharing it. Let’s get the word out to everyone, eating disorders are real. God help us to see, observe and pray for those who are struggling.


pruningprincesses October 20, 2012 at 2:26 am

Sharon, I am joining you in your prayers. I’ve learned so much in this series. Thank you letting me know you stopped by. Have a great weekend.


Jenny October 20, 2012 at 11:51 am

Her story is absolutely heart wrenching. Thank you so much for sharing. I’m stopping by from Sharefest.


pruningprincesses October 20, 2012 at 4:59 pm

It is heartwrenching in the beginning and middle, but the end is great story of redemption. And we need to read these stories because even if our daughters don’t struggle, someone we know will. We need to be ready. Thanks for stopping by.


Karen October 20, 2012 at 12:04 pm

Thank you for sharing your story, maybe it will help someone reading to know they are not alone.
Happy SHAREFEST, have a good weekend


pruningprincesses October 20, 2012 at 4:53 pm

I hope it helps mom too. I hope they tackle their own body/food issues for the sake of their kids. Thank you for reading and commenting. It is such a blessing.


Jeanette from Artchoo October 20, 2012 at 11:17 pm

This is such a powerful post. Beautifully written- I ache that my daughter could potentially go through this horrible self-loathing and feeling out of control – I suffered from anorexia in college, and look back at that time as a horrible blur. Good for Emily for writing this.


pruningprincesses October 21, 2012 at 12:03 am

Jeanette, I ache too for the potential of these diseases to overtake our girls. I did not struggle with eating disorders but wanted to learn more about them so I did this series because someday, I will know a little girl who is struggling. Thank you for stopping by. I pray that you are healed and healthy and can pass that on to your daughter.


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