I told myself binge eating wasn’t a “real” eating disorder

Juliane Bergmann
8 min readFeb 8, 2022
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It’s somebody’s birthday and I’ve baked a cheesecake I’m very proud of. I’m in my early teens, maybe 13 and I’m on a diet. During our traditional birthday coffee and cake celebration, I’ve proudly refused to eat a piece of the cake I baked because I’m trying to lose weight. My family members ask me to have a piece multiple times. The more they ask, the more I refuse, the more righteous I feel. I’m beyond this temptation. I have an iron will.

Then I carry the leftover cake into the kitchen, listen to my family talk in the other room and inhale an entire piece of cake in less than a minute, looking over my shoulder the entire time.

One of my first memories of my dad is him poking me in the stomach while tucking me in, commenting on my jiggly belly. I think I was in Kindergarten. I started my first diet at 10 or 11. Trennkost was all the rage in Germany, which prohibited dieters from combining proteins with carbs during meals. I had no idea and didn’t give a shit if it was healthy or nutritionally sound. I just hoped it would help me lose weight. I remember a female family member having a talk with me upon my mother’s prodding. But that family member, like my own mother, was an anorexic so while I couldn’t put my finger on it then, it felt disingenuous.

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Juliane Bergmann

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