My mother has an eating disorder
My mother is tiny. She's always been tiny and yet still convinced that she needs to lose weight. Truly, she barely eats. My siblings and I used to laugh and say she was a squirrel when we were growing up because she'd come home and say that she had a handful of nuts for lunch at work and was just still so stuffed! It was less funny when she would be judgey and mean when you eat more than she wanted you to or called you ugly and fat. She would reminisce about how small she was when she got married, how she only ate a quarter of a sandwich for lunch at school and would regularly faint.
All of her children have struggled with their weight.... shocking I know. We got out of her sight and didn't know how to handle ourselves. I was in high school and my mother was concerned about my rapid weight gain (I was a growing child and hit a whopping 106lbs). She would tell me all the time about how she thought my brother looked like a pregnant woman or that my sister got fat because she snacked all the time. I think it was her version of "scared skinny" or something like that. It didn't really work because girlfriend was already calling me every name she could think of to stop me from eating and that didn't do much beyond make me hide my eating from her, a truly wonderful habit that has taken me so so long to only mostly get rid of. I also got out of her house and ate myself silly and got fat anyway. So boo. All she did was foster a horrific relationship with food and make me really not like her.
She's still tiny and was recently trying to lose weight. It is a journey that has possibly ended when her doctor insisted she gain weight. I'm sure that's a conversation that she's had before, but it's the first time that I've heard about it. I had noticed that she had lost more weight than usual and was looking a little skeletal. I traveled with her somewhat recently and spent the entire weekend starving as we skipped lunch one day and dinner the next while the meals we actually ate did not make up for those deficits. It was pretty triggering and honestly just a sad existence as she nibbles some of her food complaining about how unhealthy it is, how she can taste the butter or salt or oil or whatever and that it's just so bad. Some of the siblings refuse to eat with her because of how she is. I know one of them had to tell her she wasn't allowed to talk about food or weight around his children. I get that it's mental health disorder, but my goodness she does her best to recruit everyone else in her battle.