I don't think I have an eating disorder, but I know I have a problem.
It started last year, my first year at college. I was under a lot of stress, and I was so obsessed with not gaining the Freshman weight. I'm a perfectionist, like I'm sure many of you are, and I didn't want to get fat. So I stopped eating. I would go sometimes two days without eating, and then when I felt like I was going to pass out, I would eat something small. By the second semester, I met the man who is now my boyfriend of six months. He told me that if I didn't eat that he wouldn't eat. I wanted him to be healthy so that got me eating again. I haven't had a problem again until now.
I'm on my second year of college, and majoring in music therapy so I know all about eating disorders and how important it is to have mental health. My boyfriend and I starting working out and counting calories to make sure we were staying healthy, but I would always intake less than I was supposed to. There was one comment made that I don't think had anything to do with it, but if it helps you help me why not share? My mom told me last week that I was starting to gain a "pouch." Now, I am at a healthy weight for my height. I'm very short though, so whatever weight I have is noticeable. Teasing like this is common in my family, and I can handle a comment here or there. This past week, though, I've found myself wanting to slip back into old habits. Part of me says "hey you can't eat that, you're going to get more fat than you already are" while the rational part of me says "hey, shut up, I don't want to deal with you right now and I will eat what I want." Sometimes that other "voice" (I don't hear voices or anything, I just don't know how to explain it) gains control, and that's when it's hard to eat. I don't count calories anymore because I'm afraid I would start intaking less and less.
I just really don't know what to do. It's so hard to keep control and tell myself that I'm going to eat whatever I feel like. I hate food, and I hate eating. Yes, I do like the flavor of food, but it's the enemy here. If we didn't have to eat, I wouldn't have a problem. Please help me gain some understanding of what the hell is going on in my brain.