We all hold the pen to write our own story. May this be a place of inspiration, encouragement, and hope as you walk the path before you.
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Pssssst…. Hi there gorgeous! I’ve got something to tell ya.
I want you to know that it’s ok to be seen AND heard. I want you to know you’re loved. You are special. Knowing this will help you overcome the critics. By critics, I’m speaking about the ones that want to bring you down when you’re at your weakest point. The one’s that are like vultures circling their prey. Please know that by being vulnerable, you are not a victim. You are strong, not weak. It’s admirable trait to become exposed.
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Three days after graduating high school at age 18, I realized I was done being controlled by my eating disorder I was so tired of being sick that I literally fell to my knees crying, and called my mom telling her I needed help. 10 years of anorexia and I could no longer do it, I was ready for help. I was very lucky to have the support of my parents, who worked hard to get me set up with a therapist. After seeing a therapist, she quite bluntly said, “you need treatment.”
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?
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