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Show Empathy to Yourself and Others in Eating Disorder Recovery By Z Zoccolante It’s important to show empathy to yourself and others in eating disorder recovery. It’s vital for our loved ones to be able to show empathy for us as we journey towards recovery. It’s also vital to be able to show empathy for ourselves because empathy will help to keep us in eating disorder recovery. Here’s how to show empathy to yourself and others. What...

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Mirror Mirror on the Wall By Z Zoccolante   Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all. If you’ve had an eating disorder you’ve asked yourself a thousand different versions of that question while standing in front of your mirror daily.   What I’ve found that’s common with addiction is that we don’t stand in front of the mirror and tell ourselves how wonderful we are. Instead, we seek out a mirror and berate...

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Let Go of Negative Body Image in Eating Disorder Recovery By Z Zoccolante Negative body image in eating disorder recovery is often the last thing you let go. It’s said that a negative body image is the first thing to come and the last to leave. Hating our bodies is a theme even though eating disorders aren’t really about what our bodies look like on the outside. Here’s the reason negative body image in our eating disorder recovery is...

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Three Barriers to Eating Disorder Recovery By Z Zoccolante There are many barriers to eating disorder recovery, but there are three that particularly wreak havoc. Recovery of any addiction requires us to be brutally honest with ourselves, take responsibility, and hold ourselves accountable. These are all things that an addict of any kind despises (How to Fight Barriers and Get to Your Safe Place). But once we can face the three...

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The Choice of Recovery from Addiction By Z Zoccolante   I’m drawn towards words like a moth to a flame. Little corner bookstores pull at my insides like my bones are made of magnets. Language is music, the notes like chords in the ether, spiraling through my brain like those 80’s streamers kids would play with, long snaking fabric malleable to the slightest movement.   The walls are covered with poetry as my eyes find their...

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