“Not Sick Enough?” You Are Enough!

I’ve debated writing a blog post about the need to be “sick enough” because it’s raw and honestly I still struggle with it at times; however, I then remembered I created my blog to be real and raw and share the joyful parts of my life as well as the not so joyful parts. So, with that being said, I am writing this as much for myself as I am for you.

It is common when dealing with an eating disorder (ed) to believe that you’re not “sick enough.” This has been something I’ve struggled with for years and as I’ve been going through recovery, it is so much more common than I thought. I would constantly think, “I’m not sick enough to have an ed,” “I’m not sick enough to be in recovery, “I’m not sick enough for people to care” the list could go on and on. I would think that because I looked “fine,” I didn’t have a problem and I didn’t have an ed. I follow a lot of recovery accounts on instagram and someone posted before, “I remember thinking “I wasn’t sick enough” until I read that a healthy person doesn’t wish to be sick at all.”

I asked a few friends from treatment what their experiences were on needing to be “sick enough” and this is what their responses were:

Friend 1: “Looking back, I don’t think i would have ever been “sick enough” in that mindset until i was dead. Then I llearned it isn’t healthy to wish to be sick in the first place. I stopped focusing on the question of “how sick am i” and switched it to “why do i want to be sick?” It helped tremendously to change my perspective.”

Friend 2: “Well in regards to my thoughts on not feeling sick enough I know the constant comparison to others as being much skinnier than me and not having an ED made me feel less validated that there was actually something wrong with me. So comparison played a big role.”

Friend 3: “When you feel like you have no idea who you are or what you’re doing in life, ED likes to try and fix it for you by convincing you that you aren’t “sick enough”. When you spend all your time trying to prove you are “sick enough” by comparing yourself to everyone around you, there is no space for your worries and fears. In recovery, I have to remind myself every day that “sick enough” is a lie, that it is an unattainable trick ED plays to keep you trapped. That there is no line you cross where you suddenly become “worthy” of recovery because no one deserves to suffer.”

For the past [X] years, I have struggled with feeling like I am “not sick enough” to actually have an eating disorder. For the longest time (even a couple weeks into starting treatment), I couldn’t vocalize that I had an ed because I felt like I wasn’t “sick enough.” I would just say I had “eating issues. etc.” I couldn’t see that I was underweight. I couldn’t see that I had a problem. Concerns voiced by mental health professionals, doctors, friends, mentors, and teachers over the years paled in comparison to the voice inside my head telling me that until I lost [x] amount of pounds; until I actually fainted upon standing instead of the world going fuzzy around the edges for a few seconds; until I ate under [x] amount of calories a day instead of sustaining primarily on self-loathing, caffeine, gum, and nut butter, I wouldn’t be sick or “sick enough” to have a real problem. When my labs came back not so great, somehow I still thought i wasn’t “sick enough.” When will it be enough? When I’m dead? The eating disorder won’t stop until death comes–which is scary.

Let me tell you a little bit about what it is like to feel “not sick enough.” It is having people praise your dedication and commitment to health and fitness, when it feels like anything but. It is receiving attention and approval based on your shrinking physical appearance, when attention is the absolute last thing you want. It is constantly being bombarded with comments of “I wish I had your willpower,” “You look so good!” or my personal favorite, “What is your secret?” It is rationalizing, manipulating, lying, and ignoring. Perhaps most terrifying of all, it is actually wishing you were “sicker” so that your ed could be “real.” Nobody would knowingly ask someone with an eating disorder what their “secret” is. Yet, when you appear healthy, you get asked that a lot. I never came up with a good way to respond, so I usually disagreed or laughed awkwardly. Not because I didn’t have a response, but because it would have been a little intense to respond as follows:

“My secret? Do you want to know what my secret is? My secret is that all I think about is food. My secret is that unless I exercise [X] times a day, my stomach would be so knotted in anxiety and I would be literally incapable of functioning. My secret is that I could not show up or be present in social situations involving food (hint: all of them) without losing my sanity. My secret is that I was so intensely distrustful of and hateful toward my body I could not and would not allow it to tell me what it wanted. Hunger is something I understood, knew, or listened to. My secret is the food you saw me eating had been consciously prepared, logged, weighed, measured, and planned days in advance. My secret is that my life is spinning out of control and I don’t know how to stop it.”

This train of thought — the undeserving and not sick enough thoughts — is an example of the eating disorder talking. The twisted concept of feeling like you are not “sick enough” is one of the most dangerous parts of the eating disorder. This thinking traps you in the ed and keeps you from getting help. You do not have to “look sick” to be so stuck in an illness that you cannot imagine living another day. You do not have to be hospitalized to be worthy of seeking treatment. You do not have to check off all of the diagnostic criteria listed in the DSM-5 to “count.” There is no such thing as not being “sick enough.” Eating disorders are competitive. When we are constantly competing and trying to become “sick enough” for our eds to be real, what is the prize?


When someone thinks they’re not “sick enough” based on the criteria the media and diet culture proclaims to society, they are less likely to speak up, get help, and will eventually die.

There is a massive and dangerous division between the general public’s understanding of eating disorders and their harsh reality. Let me tell you and tell you again in case you weren’t listening or ready to hear it the first time: eating disorders do not discriminate. They do not solely present as severe malnourishment in young, white females. They are not always identifiable upon first glance. Sometimes they have little to nothing to do with a person’s weight. The number on the scale serves only to torment the person with the illness and doesn’t work as a gauge of their health or sickness. Because of this, countless people become more and more entrenched in behaviors that are killing them. I hope this piece resonates with just one single person who may be on the fence between reaching out for a lifeline or continuing to struggle in silence. I said I was writing this piece for me, and I am; however, I am also writing it for you.

This piece is for the girls, the boys, the men, and the women. This piece is for anyone who has ever felt like their struggles and their pain do not “count” because they do not “look sick.” This piece is for the person who wants so desperately to believe they are worthy of help, love, and wholeness but still feels they need to get “sicker” before they have a “problem.”

This piece is for you.

Because you matter. You are not alone. You do not have to live the way you are living. While you may not realize it because the disorder is telling you otherwise, you are enough. You are worth a full and meaningful life. You are worth recovery.


National Eating Disorder Association (NEDA) Helpline:



Go With Your Gut

Have you been considering cutting out gluten or diary? Maybe even sugars or carbs? Before you make a decision, let me give you the real information that no one is telling you about which foods you should be cutting out of your diet.

I love ice cream, but my gut does not. She suffers from something commonly know as LACTOSE INTOLERANCE . However, if you asked if I still regularly choose dairy options, that answer would be YES! 

Made the decision to get sorbet rather than ice cream because that’s what my body needed.

When I was in recovery, I felt like I really had to learn the balancing act between:

  1. Letting myself have food freedom
  2. Taking care of my body as self care
  3. Allowing my eating disorder to take over

For anyone else out there, any kind of gut issues or food sensitivities/allergies, you understand it can be so tempting to want to eat a food even when you know it contains something that doesn’t agree with our gut. Depending on the severity, you can probably relate when I say sometimes i just have to prepare myself with tums knowing I’m gonna be paying for my choices later. For me, this looks like choosing to get that double scoop ice cream cone or ordering an extra large queso. 

Although this option can result in tummy aches and a crazy trip to the bathroom, letting myself indulge sometimes is how i choose food freedom.

Some delicious veggie nachos I made while at the beach.

Other times this might not be the case at all. Telling myself I need to spend some time away from dairy is really just a form of self care. If I continuously choose to hurt my gut with food it wasn’t made to handle, I’m only doing myself a disservice. To be very clear, I am not advocating for you to cut out gluten, dairy, or other foods based on an article you read about how to get skinny and lose 10 pounds in a week. I’m advocating for you to do some self care by showing your gut some love. Loving your body and practicing self care also means that you take care of your body and listen to it’s needs over our wants. 

The key component to remember here is your WHY. Why am I choosing the dairy-free option? Well it’s not because I think cutting out dairy will help me achieve the perfect body type. It’s not because the person I compare myself to on instagram also doesn’t eat dairy. It’s definitely not because I want to cut out as much food as possible as an excuse to not eat when around friends. Yes, these were exactly the reason I would choose the dairy-free option in the past. Now? Now, I love my body so much that I honor and show her love by keeping her strong and feeling her best! Her best is not when she continuously eats something that hurts her. 

When my eating disorder had complete control over me, I would continuously use stomach aches as an excuse to not eat. I could eat just the right amount of something i knew would piss off my gut enough to not have an appetite. This my friends is some wicked form of self hate. 

I would give control over to my eating disorder and go crazy with other food to cut out whether they bothered my gut or not. It would start small and it would grow into something I couldn’t stop. Deep down there was always going to be a reason from my eating disorder why I shouldn’t eat something. That’s just what they do. But the truth is none of those reasons were ever going to bring me as much joy as loving my body does.

My body works hard to keep me going and in return I choose to love her and treat her in a way that will help her thrive. I choose this not just because I have to or because it’s the right thing to for recovery. I make this choice to indulge in body acceptance and self love simply because I deserve it. 

You should go and love yourself,


Father’s Day

Father’s Day…this day used to give me the heebie jeebies.  Panic attacks. Nightmares. This day, a lot of bad things happened. It was the day my dad took advantage of me more than usual because it was “his day.” I always dread Father’s Day. It wasn’t until last year when I realized that Father’s Day is just a day. It doesn’t have to have any meaning if I don’t want it to. I started taking care of myself on this day instead of dreading it. Do something nice for myself: go to a park, take a self-care day and rest…the options are endless.

I used to restrict and punish myself on this day because I felt like I wasn’t deserving due to all of the bad things that happened to me. After a lot of therapy and some self-realizations, I can now see that I do deserve good things. One of those good things include not punishing myself for a day that was out of my control. I now look forward to this day because it shows me how much I have grown. It shows me my strength and my perseverance. My resiliency. During my growth, it was hard. It IS hard…but I’m still doing it. I’m still choosing every day to rise above. You can too.

This year is the first year on Father’s Day where I finally feel at peace.

Being a single mom, I started celebrating myself this day. I do the job of both a mom and a dad. I deserve it. If you’re a single mom, I encourage you to celebrate today too. I see you. Your work does not go unnoticed. Being a single mom is hard. Being a single dad is hard. I hope you take some time to do something nice for yourself today. Today, I am choosing to rest. I worked 3rd shift and so I’m exhausted. I’m choosing to spend time with the one who made me a mom/dad.

I wrote something in my book along the lines of how Father’s Day can be celebrating our Heavenly Father as well. It doesn’t have to be an earthly father. I know this day can be hard if your earthly father is no longer with us, you’ve had bad experiences with fathers, you don’t have a father, etc. I encourage you to please take some time for yourself today. Reach out to a trusted person in your life to talk to. Vent to. Cry. Scream if you have to. It’s okay. 

You are not alone. I know it feels like that sometimes but I promise you you’re not. Your feelings are valid.