Interesting that you should mention the need to "control" Alba. I have battled with this need, and with its rather self destructive impact on my life and well-being, ever since I was a teenager. Limiting food and starving myself has been a longstanding and intermittent source of control-seeking, which at its worst has left me teetering on the edge of anorexia and disgracefully thin, and at best is always a nagging urge in the back of my mind and something I default to when distressed or in a particulaaly self-critical or self-hating frame of mind.
It's frightening, particularly as I am all too aware of the deeply maladaptive and destructive nature of it, and also the fact that I am not in fact aiming for a particular weight goal or image, because it really isn't about body image at all. And so in effect there is no goal, nothing is ever good enough, it's always just about continuing to control, more and more the harder it gets.
Thesedays the problem is manageable, though barely at times. Probably something I should find the courage to talk to my T about some time, particularly now that a whole raft of recent trauma memories include a horrible component of intense and chronic nausea an inability to eat, which seems to piggyback perfectly onto my feelings of shame and self disgust that are also inherent in such memories, and suddenly, somehow, it's damn difficult to get food down at all, even if I've managed to convince myself it's ok to allow it.
Difficult, somehow humiliating stuff.
MD