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Skinny, Fat, Perfect - Laura Fenamore
My Story
The day that changed my life was February 6, 1988.
I was living in San Francisco, and my house was a couple of miles from the Golden Gate Bridge. While binging uncontrollably on food or other substances or sitting in therapy, I would fantasize about jumping off of it and finding freedom from the weight of self-loathing I carried with me.
I was tired of all the false promises I made to myself over and over and over again. I was tired of telling myself every day, Today is the day I will stop overeating, stop drinking and using drugs, stop smoking, stop lying to myself, stop cheating myself.
But every day I broke these promises because my addictions were strong, stronger than I could admit. They were buried deep in my psyche, a dangerous coping mechanism to overcome feeling defective.
The part of me that wanted to die was the binger. The drinker. The smoker.
The one who wasn’t worthy. The one who had problems she couldn’t fix.
There was another part of me, though: my spirit. My essence. The part of me that understood I wasn’t to blame for the abuse I experienced as a child. That was the part of me that wanted to live.
DEFECTIVE
I was the last of eight children born to Italian Catholic parents in a blue-collar neighborhood in suburban Long Island, New York. I arrived on a Saturday at 10 p.m.; my mother was dutifully ironing when her water broke.
Our house was too small for us eight children, our passive mother, and our abusive father. On the outside we were a typical family: the clamor of children, a clean house, a packed fridge. And although we hovered around the poverty level, there were always snacks after school, and the dinner table was always piled high with all the pasta and bread a hungry girl could dream of.
My father was the elementary school janitor, belonged to the Knights of Columbus and the American Legion, and was respected in the community.
But in the background, terror lurked. We were constantly waiting for the next roar of the beast and the beatings that followed. Night after night, I sat at the table listening to my father rage about how we kids should have never been born.
In the background of his diatribes, the news was always blasting: Vietnam and the hosing down of the blacks during riots. I ate those words—about a broken world and a broken me—for years. I believed them with my whole being.
The only thing that ever numbed the fear was food. Food and more food. It filled the longing inside me to be nurtured and loved. Stuffing seconds, thirds, and fourths down my throat at mealtimes was my way of coping with the attacks from my father. As you can imagine, I was overweight from a very early age.
When I was seven, my twelve-year-old sister Liz suggested things I shouldn’t eat if I wanted to lose weight. She was on a mission to fix me. Her intention was pure. She wanted so much to save me, and I wanted so much to be saved. At that time, I did not know that I did not need to be saved from anyone except myself.
That time I spent with my sister was the unofficial beginning of my attempts to lose weight. My first real diet came in fourth grade. By then I weighed nearly 100 pounds and was taken to an obesity clinic. I can still feel in my bones the shame of facing that doctor. Pointing his finger at me, he told me that I had a problem (as if I didn’t know) and that I had to go on a diet to be saved. There it was again—saved.
I needed to be saved. I was broken. Defective. I cried the whole way home.
The restrictive diet
the doctor put me on did not last long—it was torture. All I wanted was food. I dreamed about it every night and obsessed about how I could sneak snacks to get me to my next meal.
HIDING
My home life got worse and worse. My father often flew into rages and beat my mother, my brothers and sisters, and me. Trips to the hospital were commonplace to treat our wounds, even though the neighbors heard the screams and the fights. It was the 1970’s, and there was little, if any awareness about child abuse. But when I was 11 my father went too far. He threw my sister into the wall, sent her to the hospital, and the authorities finally stepped in to take us out.
At age 11, I went into foster care due to child abuse, and that experience made my longing for love and salvation that much stronger. By adolescence I was an overweight alcoholic who used drugs and had promiscuous sex. I was drinking and driving daily, and after a couple of car accidents, I was in bad shape. I knew in my soul that if I stayed in New York I was going to die very young.
So I moved to California, a place I thought would cure me overnight. After an inauspicious start (a drunken, binge-eating plane ride), California turned out to be as difficult as New York; beaches and sunshine couldn’t cure my self-hatred. Yet something in me persevered. Somehow I made my way to San Francisco, determined to get into college. I was rejected from two colleges because my SAT scores were atrocious, as were my high school grades. My innate determination and fortitude paid off, though—I refused to leave until the admissions officer at San Francisco State said yes, and she finally did. I wore her out.
I did a thousand times better in college than I did in high school. I loved my friends, classes and the whole experience. Still, I was out of control. There was a sign in my dorm room that read, Cocktails with Laura.
My bulimia went into overdrive. I would eat double and triple lunches in the dorm cafeteria, stuffing down giant burritos and then I would throw them up later in the dorm bathroom. It was a way for me to eat as much as I could without getting too full, because I still didn’t feel good enough, and the food temporarily filled that black hole.
Deep down, though, I knew the truth. I knew I was a good person stuck in addictive patterns. I had this crazy belief that I could flick a switch in my head and take all my pain away. The addiction, the obsession, the self-hatred would be gone. I just needed to find the switch.
There was a problem. I soon learned there was no switch. When you try over and over to fix a problem and can’t, you start to believe that you are unfixable. I began to believe I was hopeless. So I spiraled further into my addictions.
THE DAY IT ALL CHANGED
In the fall of 1987 I went to my first meeting of Overeaters Anonymous (OA)—a spacious room with chairs placed in a circle at a church in the Sunset District of San Francisco. I felt no pressure in OA to get it right,
and I started to feel a glimmer of hope. It was about willingness; if I was sitting in that room, they said, then that was the first step. Knowing that I could attend meetings without being forced to change felt liberating.
I started to talk publicly about my inner secrets at meetings, but on my way home I would head straight for the grocery store. I would binge on chips, bread, and cookies in the car, thinking, Well, I’m not ready yet, and I am doing the best I can right now.
Even though by this point I had begun to wake up and see my pain more clearly, I was still living in my old world of self-abuse. Part of me was seeking something better but the other part was still a wreck. One wanted to live, the other did not.
Still I clung to the belief that something might change. So I kept going to meetings until one day I heard four words that rocked my world.
February 6, 1988, was a life-saving turning point for me. On that day I woke up to my truth, and everything in my world shifted. My latest New Year’s resolution to heal had died, and I was eating like a cow and drinking like a fish. There was a daylong OA conference in San Francisco, and as disappointed as I was in myself yet again, I knew I needed to go.
The very first speaker, a normal-sized woman, had a story similar to mine: a lifetime of yo-yo diets and self-hatred. She talked about feeling desperate and determined at the same time, of living