I ran long distance in high school. I got so thin and with such low body fat that my periods stopped for a few years. Is this healthy? No way. The high school teacher/coaches certainly “fat shamed” anyone who ran that was not bone thin. I ran a lot so I ate a lot, but I should have eaten more-- I used to lie in bed at night crying from hunger, but afraid to eat enough to satisfy the hunger pains. Why didn’t anyone notice that I had gotten so thin that my periods stopped and react to that? Parents? Teachers? Coaches? Where were you?
Fast forward a few years to college, and I still ran for fun, but not for competition, had a much better relationship with food ( never went to bed crying from hunger) and my periods came back, along with the rest of body development that had been delayed during the too thin high school years.
Fast forward to today. I hate running. You could not pay me enough to take it up again. I like walking, cycling and of course horse riding. I try to eat healthy, fruit and veg, junk food is a rare event, avoid processed food, etc. I could lose 15 pounds. I don’t worry about it. I do my best and think about health, not appearance.
When I rode at a more competitive level than I do now, there were some remarks about body size and boob size. I just thought, oh well, you know, outside of the barn, big boobs are an asset, so whatever. ( I was that 15 pounds thinner then…)I just did not care that much to stress about a hobby, which is what horse riding is.
I have known people with eating disorders, and its a vicious thing. I suppose I count myself lucky that my high school experience did not tip me over the edge into one.
I like food. I enjoy eating. Not like gluttony-- but a nice meal is one of the simple pleasures of life. Perhaps enjoying food was what made the difference between a few years of misery and a life long eating disorder. Teen years can be vulnerable ones. There is a flood of hormones, and a bewildering flood of messages about appearance, sex, what matters, what is valued, peer pressure. I have a lot of sympathy for my teen self. Somehow I made it through a hyper competitive sport, with endless pressure to be thinner and to win more, without lasting life long health damage. But I was lucky.