I’m not sure when my weight became an issue for me or if it is something I have always connected with beauty.
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.