Demographics: Ecuadorian Female, Undergraduate in Criminal Justice
Tags: International Student, Undergraduate, Junior, Law, Family, Eating Disorder
Hello, my name is Isabella. I'm a third-year student at Opportunity University. I major in law and justice and minor in Spanish and political science. I'm originally from Ecuador. I was born there and came here when I was around two years old. You could say I'm a bit shy at times, but when you get to know me, I'm enthusiastic. I like to be around people when I'm open with them. For fun, I like to work out and watch movies with my boyfriend, Jacob. Post graduation, I want to eventually become a lawyer, and work for the prosecutor's office. I'm not exactly sure what type of attorney I want to be, so I’m still looking into that.
I've always struggled with food, ever since I was younger. My mom's side of the family was always skinny, and my dad's on the bigger side. My mom always tried to care for me, but I was always a bit bigger as a child. I always struggled, I guess, with eating. Snacking was the main thing I've always done, and I had to hide it behind my mom's back because she would always try to care for me and my brother. So whenever we were in the house, she never bought anything unhealthy, like any snacks or anything. You would never catch anything like that in my house ever.
During school, I would bring snacks on the side that my dad would give me, or I would go around the corner and get something. Just eating behind her back made me very anxious. It built up over time because my mom's still that way today. We don't really eat, I guess. So when I see food, like snacks, I just indulge in it. It's always been a struggle because I've been trying to control it, but recently, my weight has been fluctuating. My mom kind of shamed me about it, which made me feel bad about it throughout the years. I always felt so insecure. I looked for attention from other people, but I feel like it wasn't enough. So I snack constantly whenever I get the chance, but I do try to work out. It's just when I get stressed, it gets bad because I get anxious, and I eat.
My mom would make us smoothies, like the green, healthy smoothies in the mornings, and I would just throw it out the window. I just don't know why, but I always wanted to eat something other than what was given to me. I just wasn't satisfied, but I did feel guilty about it. When I was little, I didn't care because I just wanted to eat. As I started growing up, I began to feel insecure because I saw the changes in my body, and I actually cared. This made me feel awful about myself, and I felt really ugly. I always felt fat, even though I really wasn't fat. Now that I look back at it, I really wasn't fat. Right now, I'm just struggling with that. Up until now, I just started being able to control it a bit more, like controlling my cravings. I just, I don't know what it is. My mom always tried everything to help me. I know her intentions were good, but it's the way she shames me. You know what I mean? And it makes me feel bad about myself.
I don't feel secure with the clothing I wear because my mom always told me, "Oh, you look fat" or, "Oh, that does not look good on you." So, I stopped wearing certain clothes, and that kind of branched into college. I feel like it got even worse through college. So, I wear baggy sweaters and baggy sweatpants more, but I've been trying to get better because of Jacob. He does help me. He constantly reassures me. He's like, "Oh yeah, you look beautiful. You look pretty. Like that looks good on you." So I've been trying to balance it out and wear stuff that makes me feel good.
My mom stopped shaming me for a while, because I lived over here. But when I go home on weekends, she'll tell me, "You gained so much weight. Like, get on the scale. I have to see how much you weigh.” It's bad. She tells me if I don't lose weight every single week when she weighs me, she’s gonna take me to a doctor. That's what she tells me. It just makes my self-esteem drop way lower.
I constantly have it in the back of my mind that I'm gonna gain weight, so I try to stay away from snacking. Recently I've been doing that, so I just have it in the back of my head like, “Oh, I can't eat this.” So sometimes I just won't eat because I'm like, “I have to lose weight.” In the back of my mind, I know it's not good to be skipping meals. That's why when I do remember those days, I try to eat a balanced diet throughout the day and work out. But realistically speaking, it weighs more on me that I'm gonna weigh more, that I'm heavier, that I'm gonna be fat. And for me, I guess the easy way out is sometimes skipping meals, even though that's hard to say.
I feel like food insecurity impacts me a lot, especially when I have so much work to do, and I get stressed. I stress eat–even though I try not to when I try to starve myself, but it gets the best of me when I have so much work to do. I get anxious and I start to snack, and it's hard because it's not like I want to, but it's to the point where I really can't control it sometimes.
The first time I used the University Pantry was actually at the beginning of the semester because I started coming here in September. I went because, I guess, my mom forgot to get me a couple of things. I just went to get some eggs and some meat, and it was actually pretty good! They had more than I expected, and I could get more stuff than I thought I would get. So I just filled my bag with the stuff I needed, and it actually did help me a lot. I got some meat—bologna—and some canned greens, like green beans. That was about it for what I got for the first time. I could only carry a little because I was by myself and only brought one bag. I don’t go as often as I'd like, just because I have a 9:30 class, so I don't really have time to go, but when I do have those days off, I go.
Talking about my situation brings out my feelings, like a lot. I feel really upset. I feel sad thinking about it because it brings me back to my childhood, and it always makes me think back. Maybe if things could've been different, then I wouldn't be so insecure about food. I would be able to handle it. I feel like there are different ways it could have been managed, and I'm not blaming it on my mom at all. But, it's the way she dealt with things, it kind of just made me feel like this.