Food is a part of my narrative - that I can't deny -but my journey with it has shaped me for the better. Had I not gone through my journey with food and my body, I wouldn't be in recovery, I wouldn't be writing this blog, and I wouldn't be living the amazing life that I am living today.
I thought about saying something to this woman, about using it as a teachable moment, but I didn't. I felt too reactive. I didn't want to come at her from a negative place. I didn't want to accuse or attack her. I didn't want my subtext to be "shame on you." In short, I didn't trust my motives.
This post is dedicated to the Elle Woods of my own understanding. Imagine a day in the future when you're free from your eating disorder: I live in New York City, in an apartment-style dorm in Greenwich Village. I spend my days studying theatre, communications, art therapy, psychology, nutrition, Spanish, Italian, and Japanese, and I... Continue Reading →
“You’re not working hard enough to get you’re period.” Does that make sense? Is my period something I can "work" to control? No matter how well I care for my body, I'll never be able to push a button and make myself bleed. So how much merit does that accusation have?
No boss, no employer, no parent, and no police can ever tell you who you are. To think our fate lies in the hands of a college admissions person or an FBI agent or a potential superior is FEAR: False Evidence Appearing Real. That's just the game we're playing in this lifetime. The World Wide Web is the theme of the video game that is this century. It's challenging, sure: but we all can handle it.
I am ready to receive my menstrual period. I allow my body to safely produce healthy menstrual periods. I always nourish myself lovingly and intuitively and am rewarded with consistent periods.
A boundary is a boundary, no matter how small. Last night a friend drove me to a recovery meeting. Actually, I drove. They rode in the passenger seat. They weren't attending the meeting with me; they were dropping me off. I drove because I thought we'd be faster. I pulled into the lot in front... Continue Reading →