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Skin and Bones

That’s me in the red shirt with my mom and step-dad in Florida in 1996. I was 22 years old and weighed 72 lbs.

We flew there to see a doctor—as a last-ditch effort to save my life.

It all started four years before with an acute bout of gastroenteritis (or so they thought). After that, I kept getting what felt like the flu about once a week. Eventually, the times I felt sick grew longer and the times in-between grew shorter until I was bedridden for over two years.

I went to fourteen MDs who stuck cameras down my throat, fed me radioactive oatmeal and chalky barium “milkshakes,” and collected more vials of blood than I can count, but they couldn’t figure out why I was so sick.

I had a constant fever and debilitating fatigue, but the worst part was the nausea (oh, how I loathe nausea). I lived on bird-size quantities of Cream of Wheat, mashed potatoes, toast and saltines for the longest two years of my life.

Eventually, the nausea subsided, and I regained enough strength to return to school part-time.

But here’s the strange part…

It wasn’t until after I began feeling better and eating an abundance of food, that I started losing weight. I don’t mean a few pounds. I mean, a steady drop down into the 90s, 80s, and eventually the 70s.

I did everything I could to try to compensate. I choked down 3/4 of a cup of peanut butter with my meals and drank protein shakes in-between. I slathered fermented goat cheese on whole-grain bread and poured olive oil over everything, yet my weight kept plummeting—along with my newly regained health and my self-esteem.

Reflections

I couldn’t look in the mirror without crying in both fear and disgust. What was once a curvy torso resting on broad hips and strong thighs, was now a hollow shell of sallow skin and protruding bones. The insides of my knees were bruised from sleeping on my side, and I could wrap my middle finger and thumb entirely around my upper arms.

I didn’t recognize myself.

Most of all, I felt less than what I thought I was supposed to be. Not big enough. Not strong enough. Not healthy enough. Not womanly enough. Simply not enough.

I started seeing this warped reflection in the eyes of everyone around me.

I assumed everyone was judging me. Sometimes they were—like some of my nutrition classmates who privately diagnosed me with the eating disorders we were learning about. Or the doctor who accused me of lying about my food journal. He said I couldn’t possibly eat 2,400 calories/day and weigh as little as I did, so I must be anorexic. After passionately explaining to him how much I revered food and what a central role it played in my healing, he changed his assessment to an “obsession with food.”

Some folks tried to be helpful when they’d inform me, “You need to gain weight!” or “You need to eat more!” Others would playfully pick me up off the ground to show how little and light I was.

I know they all meant well, but because I was so ashamed of who I’d become, each comment, piece of advice, and uninvited lift further confirmed just how small and deficient I really was.

Returning

Fortunately, the doctor we flew to Florida to see was able to figure out what was wrong, just in the nick of time. Apparently, the illness I had four years before had done a number on my pancreas, and I was no longer absorbing nutrients from the food I was eating. I was literally starving to death.

After being treated with enzyme therapy, I slowly began to gain weight. One. Ounce. At a time.

I’ve gained 35 lbs (and counting) since then. My bones no longer protrude from every angle. I can no longer wrap my fingers around my upper arms, and the insides of my knees no longer bruise when I sleep on my side. I can even see the slightest hint of a curve here and there.

Despite looking and feeling much healthier, it took me over 20 years to stop seeing that emaciated girl in the mirror—and to stop wishing I was someone else from a distant memory or a future fantasy.

Enzymes couldn’t heal the belief that I wasn’t enough.

I realized that I needed to look beyond my physical frame and focus on the body part that needed the most attention. My heart.

Now, when I find myself judging my appearance in the mirror or getting caught up in other people’s opinions, I fill up my heart in a way that makes me feel loved and accepted—from the inside. And I remind myself…

My physical size is not a measure of my worth.

Our true size

The Sufis believe we are all the same size.

Sure, we may be built a little different on the outside, but at our core, we’re all infinite in height, width, and weight.

When we look beyond the superficial layers, we can see ourselves for who we really are–immeasurable beings of light and love.

I’m not saying it’s easy. There are mirrors (of various sorts) everywhere and sometimes it’s hard to look at what we see. We may not live up to our expectations or even other people’s expectation. But I believe with all of my heart that if we look beyond our skin and bones and varying amounts of flesh, we’ll see more beauty than we ever imagined.

So whether you’re curvy, thin, tall, short, boxy, or buxom, here’s a little exercise for you (I recommend practicing it often). The next time you stand in front of the mirror, look into your eyes with as much self-love as you can muster. Can you look beyond your physical frame—even for just a moment—and acknowledge your true size?

You might be surprised by what you see.

(There’s a whole lot more to this story. I hope you’ll stick around!)

Comments

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    Yhtak November 22, 2019 at 11:11 am

    Thank you for being so brave! I know it was hard for you to relive this experience.

    • Sharon Gray
      Sharon Gray November 22, 2019 at 11:21 am

      Thanks, Yhtak! It actually feels good to revisit it from a different place and appreciate where I am right now! :)

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    Joni November 22, 2019 at 11:31 am

    Sharon, thank you for sharing your story. What a journey and inspiration. I agree you are so brave to share what you lived through. I know this will help others.

    • Sharon Gray
      Sharon Gray November 22, 2019 at 4:26 pm

      Thank you, Joni! I really appreciate that. :)

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    Lucas November 24, 2019 at 1:08 pm

    Sharon—I had no idea. I remember hearing you were sick, but I didn’t know that things were so serious. Thank you for sharing your story. Hugs!!!

    • Sharon Gray
      Sharon Gray November 26, 2019 at 8:14 am

      Thank you for taking the time to read it, Lucas! That means a lot to me. And huge hugs back! :)

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    Kim December 1, 2019 at 4:47 pm

    Sharon!
    This is so inspiring. I am on the other end of the spectrum – my body much heavier than I wish. It was so healing to hear how it was for you to feel too thin. I love the exercise. I’m going to go do it now.
    So much love and gratitude to you!

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