I don’t have a full length mirror anymore. Benj got rid of it, upon my request, while I was in treatment when I finally began
You are the ones who love. You see the destructive behavior and the illogical decisions. You watch the one you love slowly disappear. And you
After 16 days, I was scared of going home. Treatment was safe. I had people around me to hold me to the rules of recovery
I used to be the Queen of Calories. I could look at a plate of food and intuitively know how many calories I was consuming.
May I pause to reassure you of a few things when fighting an eating disorder on the day after Christmas: You are not defined by
You know the right choice. You know what you have to do, but to admit it – admitting to it, seems unthinkable. Because if you
Part of my Joy Today is in the fact that I can enjoy sweet treats without my ED telling me I’m going to get fat.
“Do you believe recovery is possible?” she asked me. I looked her in the eyes, chose my words carefully and responded with confidence, “I trust
I fought a chicken nugget and the chicken almost won. And that was the moment I realized, fists up, game face on, power behind the
I still have triggers. Which kind of pisses me off, excuse the harsh vocabulary. But that’s how I feel about it. Last weekend Benj and