We are excited to announce our first year participating in the #GivingTuesday movement!
Don’t wait to get help. That is my advice and my message to everyone. Though it is never too late to get help and begin the recovery journey, the longer you have lived with your eating disorder, the harder it gets. And when you do start, don’t stop until you are fully recovered.
Last weekend, I was hanging out with a new group of girls and at one point, the conversation turned to laser hair removal and plastic surgery. The girls all had personal stories about their experiences with both. I don’t have an opinion on either, but I did wonder where we had learned that this was what beautiful meant.
The Something for Kelly Foundation was created specifically to help children aged 6-12. Not only do we want to help children develop a healthy body image so that they can avoid developing an eating disorder, but we also know that this demographic was being largely ignored by other eating disorder foundations.
In the midst of my eating disorder, I become a slave to my food rituals while at the same time cowering from anybody else’s. My own eating rituals occupy my every thought, and I can’t fathom the idea of exposing those patterns to anyone else. At the same time, participating in the food-based festivities of others seems like a feat akin to walking on water – just not possible for me.
Happy Mother’s Day! It’s been over six years since I lived with my mother. For most of that time, oceans have separated us, so I love Mother’s Day because it’s the perfect time to show my mom just how much I love and appreciate her.
When I was approached to contribute a post to the Something for Kelly Foundation, I got really excited. I read through Kelly’s story and was moved by the love and compassion that shone from her friends and family. I was moved by sadness at how her life ended though her story continues on. I was moved by the possibility of good coming from tragedy.
This week I got to speak at a panel at my school for mental health issues; I will admit being invited felt a bit odd to me because I don’t sit around thinking of having an eating disorder as being a mental health issue. Every single other person on the panel had been diagnosed with some form of depression or anxiety at some point and they all discussed their experiences with medication and therapy. I was the after-thought. The outlier.