I have never seen myself at a "normal" weight. Even when I lost a significant amount of weight, I never saw it. I only realized it later when looking at photos. I have never been satisfied with myself at any size ... that's part of this illness :( nothing is enough.
I have been struggling with an eating disorder (mainly anorexia-type, not binge eating) for decades. Because of this, I was hospitalised a few years ago and started to recover, but here we are again... The fact that my ex-husband, whom I have to live with, comments on my eating every day has a significant impact. He disguises everything as a joke, and this has been going on for months. And now I'm back at this point again...
For us, my lifestyle is actually better overall, but that doesn't matter to him. In reality, I am seriously overweight and should lose weight, but it's impossible because years of disordered eating have damaged my metabolism. I try to fight these thoughts, but right now, it feels impossible, and I know where this is leading again.
I'm stuck in this cycle because what I eat or don't eat is the only thing I feel I can control in my life right now. And yet, in reality, I'm not even the one in control, the eating disorder is.
I wish you and everyone else struggling with this much strength!