In 2024, I wrote an article about eating disorders and the difficulty of being in recovery from bulimia during the holy month of Ramadan. Over time, I created a plan that works for me, one that helped me stay grounded when fasting, family gatherings, and food-centered traditions made everything feel heavier than it already was. But recently, I jumped into a phase I wasn’t warned about, and a phenomenon I haven’t seen enough people openly talk about: pregnancy and eating disorders, specifically bulimia. Being in my first trimester, I moved past the peak of morning sickness, that exhausting cycle of being sick, then sick again, and then sick because you’re thinking about being sick. That was when a new fear unlocked. Suddenly, food was no longer just food, it became a daily stress test. My thoughts spiraled: What is safe for the baby? What will make me nauseous? What if I eat and throw up? What if I don’t eat and the baby doesn’t get enough nutrients? What if I eat too much and gain all the weight I worked so hard to lose? Because I already have a complicated…
