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What I Realized the Day I Finally Got “Skinny Enough”

The Battle with Food and Control

In high school, I tried to control myself like the anorexics I knew. But I always gave in.

After days—or even a week—of being “good,” I’d break. I’d eat cake that I had to put in the freezer so I wouldn’t eat it or down pounds of peanut butter cups until I was numb and furious with myself all over again.

I envied the magic of bulimia: eat, eat, eat—then erase it. Instead, I’d punish myself by waking up at 5 AM to stair-master for an hour. But that was getting harder.

One summer, I discovered Ipecac. I learned in health class that if you drink poison, you should take Ipecac to throw it up. So, at 15, I rode my bike to the drugstore, bought a tiny bottle of it, and a gallon of ice cream.

I figured for my first time, I should throw up something soft—like ice cream. Not steak or Chex Mix.

I ate a whole bunch. Took the recommended dose. Waited ten minutes. Nothing. So I took a little more.

And then, something beyond description happened.

Throwing up is awful, but this was different. If regular vomiting is like putting a car in reverse, this was like slamming it into reverse at 100 miles an hour.

I threw up for hours. My body turned into a fire hose, tossing me around like a doll. It was gross. It was painful. And once it was over, I cleaned up for hours.

Then, I did it again.

You’d think the horror of it would stop me. That I’d see the sickness in my ways. But no. I did it a few more times. Each time, it felt like a cosmic battle—as if I might vomit out my soul. But I also felt powerful.

After a while, though, I got scared and returned to “tamer” methods: eating only at night, living on fat-free Cool Whip and mandarin orange Diet Rite.

It never occurred to me that I could live in my body without shame and abuse.

It felt like my responsibility to punish it. If I let up, I believed my body would expand like rising dough—spilling over, uncontrollable.

The Moment I Found Peace

What I wanted more than anything was to not have a body.

For years, my body had betrayed me by being fat. I hated it with the venom you reserve for someone who was supposed to be on your side—but wasn’t.

I saw myself as a good product in bad packaging—misrepresented.

Then, after two decades of frustration and shame, something changed.

Slowly—through small and large miracles—I stopped hating my body. I even started treating it like a friend.

Shauna Niequist
Shauna Niequisthttp://www.shaunaniequist.com
Shauna Niequist is the New York Times best-selling author of Cold Tangerines, Bittersweet, Bread & Wine, Savor, and Present Over Perfect. She is married to Aaron, and they live in Chicago with their sons, Henry & Mac. Shauna is a bookworm, a beachbum, and a passionate gatherer of people, especially around the table. See more from Shauna on her website.

3 Ways to Fight for Your Marriage When You’re Tempted to Throw in the Towel

"People were placing bets at our wedding. Nobody thought we had a chance."

How to Deal With a Lying Husband and Get a Better Marriage

"I can still remember vividly the look on my husband’s face as regretful tears fell and he lay broken before me."

One Year After “I Do,” Husband Realizes Why Marriage Isn’t for Him

They met when they were 15 and were best friends for 10 years—but after being married just 1 year, the truth hit him HARD.