Recovery. I never thought it was possible. You couldn't have told me it was possible to live life without a diet, no scale, not measuring food constantly, or not being able to count numbers. It was all I knew for 10 years. I thought recovery was something for people with other addictions. You know, like alcohol, drugs, not-ever-food.
As young kiddos we are taught, “Do onto others as you would have them do on to you.” We are taught to treat others with respect, kindness, humility, and compassion. We are encouraged to give back to others and that giving to one’s self should always come second. Why are we not taught the importance of self-compassion or what that even looks like? Where was that episode of Mr. Rogers and Reading Rainbow, because I missed it?
I want to weigh hundreds of smiles,
Thousands of laughs,
And the weight of many miles
Traveled across oceans and seas.
I want to weigh the seasons
And feel their heat and feel their cold,
This picture was snapped on Christmas night; presents had been opened, dinner was over, jammies were on and I was getting ready to paint my sister’s toe nails. This is when my precious two-and-a-half-year-old niece asked if I would paint hers too. I said of course (with mommy’s approval) and took this quick photo. This moment, which may seem so small to most, meant more to me than any present under the tree...
Emily Estes lives in Lincoln, Nebraska with her Goldendoodle pup, Miss Adley Mae. Recovery from her own struggle with an eating disorder, anxiety, and depression has led Emily to create community and resources to empower others on the journey. Emily owns Sage Nutrition, LLC where she serves as a Registered Dietitian. Her work revolves around her motto that "food is meant to nourish our bodies, not nurture us."