I’ve starved myself, over-exercised, hid under clothing 10x too big for me, and hurt my body in so many other ways. I’ve also fed it well, rested when I needed to, made self-love a part of my mental and physical health routine and recovered from a serious and deadly eating disorder. But, it took me a long time and a lot of help to get from A to B.
My story is not particularly unique, but it still saddens me when I think about how I used to treat myself. Today, I look at that version of who I was with so much kindness, not judgement or regret. I send her love because that’s what I needed to show myself so badly when I was a teenager. I was diagnosed with Anorexia when I was 16 years old, after making the land of denial my home for well over a year….