Exploring how some of my ingrained narratives–or, what I perceive to be reality–are much less FACT than they are comfortable, easy FICTION, and how that has negatively affected my ED recovery thus far.
Falling out of love is not the doorway to anorexia, and falling into it will not save you. When we belittle and sentimentalize it, as this Thought Catalog piece does, we make it more difficult for people to overcome.
I think it is common for teens to want to push their damages under the rug, hoping that they’ll disappear. As I’ve grown older I’ve learnt that the most interesting, well-rounded people tend to pull them out, stare them boldly in the face, and, eventually, move on.
Should I expect everyone to know that I’m not entirely healthy, from a simple glance? Of course not. But I do wish such assumptions were given more thought, with health being considered for the complex equation that it is. It’s dangerous to do otherwise—to assume that less flesh is always more.
So I’m taking a short break from the blog this week as outside work is overwhelming me, but I didn’t want the week to go by without mentioning that it’s National Eating Disorder Awareness Week. Here, I’m re-sharing some of my writings on the subject of my anorexia and subsequent recovery, as well as the blogs I always referred to when I needed some extra guidance and support throughout that time.
Just because peppermint bark and eggnog are what dreams are made of (and also EVERYWHERE these days), doesn’t mean society-at-large wants you to try them.
Our society is seriously ignorant about what’s healthy and what’s not. Very few people understand what an eating disorder entails, and where the disorders often stem from.