Dear Prudence,
I am getting married to a wonderful man next year. I have struggled with an eating disorder for most of my life (requiring past medical treatment and ongoing therapy) but have had things under control for about four years now and am grateful for the respite from the constant mental anguish and obsessive thoughts. Paul has a sister, Peg, who has had an active eating disorder for three decades. They are not close and do not talk often, and I’ve never met her. Still, this created a hurdle in our relationship. Paul first described her as “looking great” and taking good care of herself, due to her extremely restrictive diet and obsessive exercise regimen (which was super triggering as I was trying to accept that I couldn’t look like that anymore and still be free from the disorder). Peg recently fell and broke a vertebrae while on a run, and continued to run for miles with a broken back, so as not to miss the training/exercise/calorie burn. Paul first said this was “bad-ass.”
But to me, it represents the worst of the illness, ignoring your bodily needs while on an obsessive quest. I try my best not to vilify Peg and I feel a great deal of empathy for her, but I have needed to vilify the illness to reinforce that it’s not a viable life path for me. Despite so much progress, somehow, the wedding triggers an urge to transform my body all over again. I’m a healthy weight, normal BMI mom who is grateful for health and freedom. But Peg represents a tangible example that one can control their body, which is hard for me to face. How do I find peace without hurting Paul, vilifying Peg, or losing hard won progress and mental health?’
—Thought I Was Past This