Editor’s note: The name of my daughter has been changed to protect her privacy.
From the moment she was born, Emily was a whirlwind. Even in the womb, her energy was palpable—nonstop flips and kicks that hinted at the vibrant personality she would soon reveal. Walking at just 10 months, she never looked back; it often felt like she was always on the move. I jokingly remarked that she didn’t even take breaks in the bathroom!
Emily’s spirit matched her activity level. She was sharp, witty, and unyielding in her curiosity. Rather than following trends, she forged her own path, creating her own rhythm in life.
Her enthusiasm extended to food as well. As a toddler, Emily devoured everything in sight, often finishing what was on our plates. The only exception? Green beans. She relished spinach, avocados, Swiss cheese, and even my homemade stew with tomatillo salsa. Her philosophy seemed to be that more flavor and variety equaled happiness, making her eating habits a dream come true for any parent.
When she decided she didn’t want milk at every meal, I understood. Growing kids often shift their preferences. Over the next couple of years, she gradually added a few more foods to her “no-go” list. Consulting with her pediatrician, I learned that many toddlers intuitively adjust their diets, balancing protein and fruits as needed.
However, a nagging worry lingered. While her peers were growing taller, Emily remained petite. When she stood next to her classmates, she looked like a tiny sprite among giants. Concerned, I asked the pediatrician during her age 5 check-up if there might be a nutrient absorption issue. I envisioned a simple vitamin remedy that would help her catch up to her friends.
The doctor humorously dismissed my concerns after testing her blood, pointing out that both my husband and I are shorter than average. “She’s just petite,” they claimed. I shelved my worries once more, convinced that it was merely her genetic makeup.
But everything changed three weeks post her 7th birthday when I received a phone call from her first-grade teacher. Emily had been caught throwing all of her lunch away. Alarmed, I questioned her about it. She explained that she believed this action was a step toward being healthy. I tried to reason with her, explaining that food provides essential energy for growing and playing. At bedtime, I probed further, and to my shock, she revealed that this wasn’t a one-off incident; she had been discarding her lunch almost daily.
Suddenly, the dots began to connect. Her restrictive food list had expanded to include milk, cheese, peanut butter, cake, chips, fries, donuts, and all desserts. She became preoccupied with the healthiness of foods, scrutinizing labels, and negotiating the portions on her plate. Her fascination with cooking shows became excessive. All these behaviors, once dismissed as typical childhood quirks, suddenly screamed something much darker: an eating disorder.
A close friend urged me to contact an eating disorder center for an evaluation. The professionals confirmed my fears; these behaviors were indeed indicative of an eating disorder. However, they deemed her too young for their program, advising us to return in five years.
Reflecting on this, I realize I was naive about the seriousness of an eating disorder—this insidious foe that threatened to steal away my daughter and disrupt our lives. I interpreted the center’s rejection as a hopeful sign, believing we could tackle this challenge alone or with the pediatrician’s support. If I could speak to my past self, I would shake that naivety out of her.
And so began my fight against this eating disorder. I say “my fight” because Emily is not alone in this struggle. I am here to support her every step of the way. This journey has been the most challenging of my life, leaving emotional scars, but I am relentless. The eating disorder will rue the day it entered our lives.
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Summary
A mother reflects on her initial ignorance regarding her daughter’s eating disorder, detailing her journey and commitment to fighting for her child’s health and well-being.