This year’s theme for Eating Disorders Awareness Week 2025 is ‘Eating Disorders can affect anyone’.

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Every year, during Eating Disorders Awareness Week BEAT Eating Disorders, the nationwide organisation supporting people affected by eating disorders, raise awareness of these complex mental health conditions.

Right now, at least 1.25 million people in the UK are living with an eating disorder. That’s more than 1 in 50 people – but the real number could be even higher. Eating disorders like ARFID, anorexia, bulimia, binge eating disorder and OSFED are complex mental health conditions which are often misunderstood, mislabelled or undiagnosed which can prevent people from reaching out for help.

Eating disorders don’t just affect the person with the condition, friends and family often become carers – feeling helpless and heartbroken, as they watch their loved one struggle. Eating disorders are one of the biggest mental health challenges of our time and they can affect anyone at any time.

If you would like to support this campaign and help raise awareness please visit the BEAT website for resources and information.

 

EmpowerED Experts by Experience

EmpowerED Expert Ruth.pngThroughout the week EmpowerED, Adult Eating Disorders, Lead Provider Collaborative, will be sharing a variety of resources and content that have been put together by our amazing Experts by Experience.

The first Expert by Experience contribution is Ruth’s powerful video ‘A day in the life’:

 

The second contribution for this week is from EmpowerED Expert by Experience Molly: 

Experts by experience LPC event Molly.jpgIn this piece written for Eating Disorder Awareness week one of our Experts by Experience, Molly, talks about how anyone can develop an eating disorder despite loving food, not meeting the physical stereotype of someone with an eating disorder, being actively engaged in sport or outwardly appearing "successful".

Molly discusses some of the processes that can, for some people, make controlling your eating feel rewarding in an open and honest manner so please be aware that this could be triggering to read if you are experiencing difficulties with your own eating. You may wish to consider reading some of our other Expert by Experience accounts that emphasise other aspects of an eating disorder including the impact of the illness on people’s health and wellbeing.

Anyone can develop an eating disorder. Anyone can have an eating disorder

By EmpowerED Expert by Experience Molly,

Describe an eating disorder. What does it look like? A skeletal frame; frailty; eating nothing at all; selfishness; an obsession with body image…? We all have preconceived ideas about eating disorders.

Experts by experience LPC event Molly.jpgMy family used to joke that “Molly could never develop an eating disorder”.  “She loves food too much” they’d say. And they are right – I love food. Ignoring it, restricting, was and still is, hard work. It’s a real test of willpower. But that means there’s a strength that comes from beating the temptation. When I succeed in restricting, my body feels strong. I become acutely aware of it. My legs ache and let me know they’re there, my body shivers with cold and my stomach grumbles. My heartbeat even feels stronger – I’m certainly more conscious of it. There’s something very grounding in the sensations of a starving body. An aliveness that comes from being on the edge of death. I feel mentally alert too. I detach from hunger pangs and concentrate with an intensity that feels energising. I’m taking that idiom, ‘mind over matter’, a little too literally. Testing it out, my mind defeats my matter.

“My life is going too well to develop an eating disorder”. And outwardly, it was. I could hide behind my achievements. After all, a problem is surely only really a problem once my work is suffering. Success equals happiness and while I’m successful... well, I must be happy enough. I got onto my dream course at my ideal university. However, there was a growing disorder behind this success. I never quite felt I fitted in. An eating disorder begins to emerge, giving me someone to be, an identity and a degree of control. My safety blanket.

“Molly is too sporty”. Too physically fit and strong to develop an eating disorder. My body has a purpose and I enjoy feeling powerful. And I know too that to be strong a body must be fuelled. Without food I cannot be powerful and my performance suffers. The thing is, we can know and believe two very different things. I know I need to eat well; I don’t believe my body will fail. How far can I push it? Exercise becomes another form of abuse for my body.

Then, once you begin disordered behaviour, it becomes an addiction. Politely declining a biscuit as the tray is passed around, becomes who you are and your next high comes in affirming that identity. If you think of yourself as someone who’s a good cook, then a successful dinner party leaves you feeling good. In the same way, I feel a high when I successfully decline food. This is my central identity and I affirm it again and again. Each time it becomes more the core of me until nothing is more important than scoring my next hit; food and resisting it.

I feel safe, strongest, like the best version of me, now my physical form is shrunk, now my mind is singular and focused on one thing. Now there’s rules to contain me in too open a world. I am in control.

It’s hard for people, me included, to see an eating disorder when the person doesn’t fit your preconceptions of ‘a person with an eating disorder’. When they are in its grip but not skeletal, when they are outwardly successful but developed strategies to hide disordered behaviours.  I don’t necessarily act like the assumed stereotype – I’ve never shown any interest in fashion, I don’t use social media and am not obsessed with body image; we’re a close family who always ate around the table, together; and I never entirely stop eating.

So, what does an eating disorder look like? … It’s not a dichotomy of course – eating disorder and non-eating disorder. It doesn’t look like any one thing and it refuses to be contained in stereotype. An eating disorder is the perfect strategy for someone like me, like a person you know, who “could never develop an eating disorder”. 

“People generally see what they look for, and hear what they listen for” [Harper Lee] Challenge those preconceptions.

The third contribution for this week is from EmpowerED Expert Emma:

Emma F Empowered Expert.jpeg"Over two decades ago I received a diagnosis that would profoundly shape the rest of my life: an eating disorder."

Emma’s article is an open and honest account of her experience with an eating disorder, diagnosis and relapse. This could be triggering to read if you are experiencing difficulties with your own eating and you may wish to consider some of our other Expert by Experience accounts.

Over two decades ago I received a diagnosis that would profoundly shape the rest of my life: an eating disorder.

Despite an early diagnosis by my GP, lack of specialised treatment in my area meant I waited seven years before receiving professional help. This delay caused immense psychological distress for both me and my family, and it put my physical health at serious risk.

How did my diagnosis feel?

Scary. Confusing. Isolating. Yet having my experiences, symptoms, and behaviours collectively labelled as an eating disorder, in my case anorexia, felt overly simplistic. Beneath the surface, there was much more at play. Intrusive thoughts, negative feelings, and difficult emotions stretched far beyond food, hunger, and body image. My internal struggles deprived me of opportunities for comfort, belonging, or acceptance. I was fearful of many things, not just eating, but of my performance at school, college, and university, my relationships with family and friends, and my place in the world. I resorted to restrictive and highly repetitive eating patterns to cope with everyday challenges. I found it impossible to share this experience with anyone. I felt like I did not fit it anywhere or with anyone. I became deeply depressed and withdrawn.

Professional support

Building a trusting relationship with my therapist took months. Initially, I struggled to effectively communicate my thoughts, feelings, emotions, and experiences. I just did not know how or where to start, and I hated having the attention on me. Each session I would arrive terrified, resistant, and reserved. The quality of the relationship that developed between me and my therapist was key to overcoming these challenges. Progress was slow at first, but I felt supported, listened to, and cared for, which gave me hope.

I am pleased to say that the therapy and support I received brought many positive changes to my life. When I left therapy, things were ‘good’—at least compared to the past. I secured a dream job, moved out of the family home, and started my first committed relationship. Although I continued to experience depression and anxiety, I managed to maintain relative stability with food and weight. Surely, this meant I no longer had an eating disorder?

Relapse

Several years later, personal challenges triggered the return of my food-related anxieties, my Achilles’ heel. That deeply ingrained neural pathway was my default coping mechanism. However, this time, the pattern was a little different. I experienced extreme swings between food restriction and binge eating. The more I leaned into one behaviour, the harder and faster I swung to the other, rarely finding a safe middle ground. My body resisted food restriction to the point where any perceived threat of food scarcity compelled me to consume large amounts of food.

These two seemingly opposite behaviours—restricting and bingeing, feeling in and out of control around food—were deeply confusing and frustrating. I was consumed by anger and shame about myself and my actions. I also felt deflated, as I had believed my eating disorder was behind me and struggled to accept that it was still present. Although I kept my struggles a secret from friends and family, I sought professional help. Unfortunately, this time, I did not receive the support I needed. The focus on my behaviours, rather than the underlying psychological and physiological issues, only worsened my condition. Feeling hopeless and alone, I withdrew from the service; despite knowing I desperately needed support.

Present day

Emma F Empowered Expert.jpegTherapy, combined with educating myself through books and online content, has helped me to recognise, accept, and experience my emotions without resorting to food, self-punishment, avoidance, restrictive or dissociative strategies to cope.

By talking about my experiences and listening and learning from others, I continue to learn, grow, and deepen my understanding of myself and my experience of having an eating disorder.

The fourth contribution for this week is from EmpowerED Expert Millie:

“I don’t want to choose You anymore. I want to choose me.”

Millie Expert by Experience.jpegMillie’s article is an expressive and deep look into her experience with an eating disorder. This could be triggering to read if you are experiencing difficulties with your own eating and you may wish to consider some of our other Expert by Experience accounts.

When we first met, I really liked You. I was so happy I’d let You into my life! At a time when I was feeling really low, You swooped in and gave me an escape and we became fast friends. We ignored all the other issues together, You gave me something else to focus on which eased my pain.

Millie Expert by Experience.jpegWhen things were hard, You jumped right in front of me and reminded me that You had my back. It didn’t matter that I felt out of control with other areas of my life, You gave me confidence that I at least had control when I was with You. I couldn’t have done it without You. And You told me this all the time. I believed You.

People were noticing a difference too – they told me I was looking great! And I was so grateful to You! But I didn’t tell them it was down to You. They wouldn’t understand.

You started off as a friend who checked in a few times a day, but before I knew it, You’d completely committed to me – You just wanted to be with me all the time!

If I was anxious, it didn’t matter! I had You. If I was upset, that was OK! You were there. If I felt fat, You did what You could to make me feel great! And no matter what, You were always there with a plan for me. From the second I woke up to the minute I fell asleep, there You were. In fact, some nights You even appeared in my dreams!

If I ever dared to doubt myself, You were straight back in my ear telling me I was doing the right thing and took the guilt away – what we were doing together was totally normal, exactly how two friends should be when they trust each other. You told me I didn’t need anyone else when I had You, why would I? You got it, they didn’t. So that was ok by me.

But then people started to worry. They found out about You and they didn’t like it. I had to hide You. 

I started to back away from seeing other friends, they wouldn’t get ‘it’ like You did. When my family got involved, You got mad. You thought it would be better if they didn’t know how close we were, so we lied to them. I thought it would keep You happy and they’d back off. They warned me about You, but I didn’t want to listen.

And then I started to see a different side to You. You were mean, You spoke to me like dirt. If I spoke up, You told me off. If I questioned You, You shut me down. It was Your way or no way. My feelings didn’t matter.

Sometimes You taunted me and didn’t plan for me, and let me go and do what I wanted and I felt like we were getting somewhere, but when I got back, You made me feel ashamed. And You made me pay for it for days. You punished me, and I started to feel it physically, as well as mentally. Even when I made a promise to leave You behind, You’d appear, uninvited.

I put so much stuff off because You wanted my attention. I tried to ignore You. But I could hear You, and if I couldn’t hear You, I could feel You watching.

I’m starting to see it now, and You’re not who I thought You were. You stop me doing things I want to do. You make me feel ashamed.

Yet, You’re still here. You’re a lot quieter now, maybe You’re starting to feel as tired as I am. Maybe You don’t like that I’m trying to do things my way sometimes. But I don’t like it that You still pull me up and make me question my choices. You’re not really a friend to me.

There are parts of You that I’ll admit, I still care about. But that’s because You’ve been a part of my life for a while now. But who You have become, isn’t someone I want in my life. I know You are still there, You come for me when I’m feeling tired, overwhelmed and especially when I’m anxious, but I’ve got news for You. I’m working on me, and I’m tired of You. And You must be exhausted too. It’s hard to picture a world without You, and I honestly don’t know if I’ll ever be completely rid of You. But for now, I’m working on becoming louder than You.

I don’t want to choose You anymore. I want to choose me.  

I’m through with you, You.

The final piece for the week is a poem written by EmpowerED Expert Tanaisha:

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EmpowerED Expert by Experience poem
By EmpowerED Expert Tanaisha

It’s whispers soft, yet sharp,

A voice that twists, a silent dark.

It told me once that I should shrink,

To fade away, to never think.

 

In mirrors, all I see is flaws,

A fractured self, a broken cause.

The world outside, so full of light,

But inside, I am lost to fight.

 

Food is fear, and hunger, shame,

My freedom is yet to claim.

Each bite a battle, each swallow pain,

A cycle I can’t break, remain.

 

Days are numbered, hours lost,

Fixed and rigid but what’s the cost?

I’ve traded joy for a sense of control,

My happiness it keeps hold.

 

Once I laughed, I loved, I dreamed,

But now it’s all just gone, it seems.

It has drawn its line,

And I am caught, confined, defined.

 

Yet somewhere deep, a spark still glows,

A hope that someday I’ll let go.

But for now, this war I fight,

A struggle hidden out of sight.

 

It’s grip, so cold, so tight,

A quiet thief that steals my light.

Once vibrant, full of dreams and cheer,

Now a shadow, consumed by fear.

 

Each day a battle, a constant fight,

With food, with mirrors, with the night.

It holds no mercy,

To it I bowed and curtsy.

 

I’ve built a prison, brick by brick,

Each rule, each thought, each starving trick.

I tell myself it’s for control,

But in the end, it takes my soul.

 

The joy is gone, replaced by dread,

Of all the things I should have fed.

Relationships, they fall apart,

As anorexia steals my heart.

 

I long to find the strength to fight,

To break these chains, to feel the light.

But for now, I’m lost in this maze,

A prisoner to this endless craze.

Eating Disorders animation from Mersey Care NHS Foundation Trust

Spotting the signs of an Eating Disorder can be difficult. Watch the Mersey Care animation to learn what to look out for and how to support a loved one:​

For more information about Mersey Care NHS Foundation Trust Eating Disorder services please visit their website.