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April 30, 2018 | by  | in Opinion VUWSA |
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Throughout my ordeal with an eating disorder and recovery, I longed to be “normal”. I wished I could go through my day and not be preoccupied with the thought of food. I wished I could wipe all my knowledge of calories and eat without a care in the world. I was envious of my friends who could eat a chocolate bar without the need to psychoanalyze the decision.

This year I was talking to my flatmate about my desire to be “normal”.  I had just eaten a lot for dinner and dessert. I felt full. Uncomfortably full. My mind was suddenly swimming with negative thoughts about my body. My eyes filled with tears and I asked her, “why can’t I be normal…why can’t I be more like you?” She erupted in laughter and quickly launched in to give me a hug. “Trust me I am not normal!” she said. “No one is”.

This is the thing I am slowly learning to understand. Everyone has their own issues, no matter how perfect their lives seem to be.

At university it is hard not to feel like you’re the only one who hasn’t got their shit together.  Newsflash: no one does! There is a tendency for us to hide our feelings and struggles, which only aids the façade of perfection.

There is great strength in vulnerability and honesty. So if you are going through a tough time, talk to someone – a trusted friend, family member, or university counselor. The chances are, you are not the only one.

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