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 withRead more
I did not know much about eating disorders before starting to work for the Something for Kelly Foundation. However, I do know intimately how it feels to obsess over my weight, not like the way that I look, and believe in the inaccurate but persistent idea that I will be happier if I were thinner.Read more
It’s normal to feel like you’re sometimes moments away from relapse – especially in the early stages of eating disorder recovery. Bookmark this page so that whenever you need a little inspiration or a reminder of your strength, you have twenty inspiring quotes to refresh your spirit.
“My worst days in recovery are better than the best days in relapse.”
– Kate Le Page
“I am beginning to measure myself in strength, not pounds. Sometimes in smiles.”
– Laurie Halse Anderson
“In any given moment we have two options: to step forward into growth or to step back into safety.”
– Abraham Maslow
We’re often told to love ourselves. After all, we can’t truly love anyone else until we love ourselves, and unconditional love of other people is another one of our collective goals. But love can feel difficult. On days when you are worn out by the critical voice in your head or the demands of yourRead more
First and foremost, I was and continue to be overwhelmed in the most cliched way possible by the response I got to the first blog. I want to thank each and every person who even pretended to read the blog and just clicked “like” (I guess they probably aren’t reading this, but whatever). I was scared out of my mind to post something like that on Facebook, mainly for the reason that I didn’t want to annoy people with it–a feeling which was quickly negated by the outpouring of lovely messages and personal conversations I had with people. So thank you!
I’m going to fail. I’d like to be more positive than that, but I am going to fail. In a few weeks time I will be going home for winter break and commence by far the most trying time of my entire year: eating big meals around my extended family.
Fat. That is my word. That’s the word I wake up next to every single morning and go to sleep with every single night. Still. I’m twenty years old and I don’t remember a single day when I haven’t been wholly and irrevocably obsessed with food. If I’m giving a presentation in class, I’m thinking about food; if I’m calling my credit card company to replace my card, I’m thinking about food; if I’m in a job interview, I’m thinking about food; if I’m eating, I’m thinking about food. Most of my day consists of obsessing over eating food, not eating food, when to eat it, how much to eat, where to buy it from, what I already ate today, what I will eat today, what I will eat a month from now. You get the idea.