It Gets Better, but in the meantime, Find What Brings you Joy by Z Zoccolante Childhood can be terrible, my friend stated. It’s important to remind people that it will get better. Between bites of breakfast, the discussion circled the table. When we’re young we don’t have a lot of choices, she explained. Our parents and adults are making choices for us. During a time of awkward adolescence, the high school we attend...
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The reason I want fame is for its influence. When you’re famous you can post about your morning latte and people retweet it all day. People take notice. Underneath the fame lies something we all seek – significance. I have dreams of getting Santa bags full of letters from recovered people. They tell of the freedom of their new life and the expansion of their minds. Of relationships that have been salvaged from the abyss, and...
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I remember sitting on the black leather couch in my therapist’s office longing to be free from my eating disorder, when she said something to the tune of, “There is no recovered. You get there and then you keep going.” I didn’t like that statement. I so desperately wanted to believe there was a finish line. If I went all the way I’d cross it, and the tape would rip and I could throw my arms up in victory and I’d be done, pau,...
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“You weigh yourself everyday?” I ask perplexed. I’m the friend with the eating disordered past, but scales have never been my thing. “Morning and night,” she states. “I’ve done it for years.” “What if you stopped? Like today, what if you just stopped weighing yourself?” For Members only Listen to or download the podcast of this blog. Hidden mp3 player To become a member, click on REGISTER on the sidebar to the right!...
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For most of my life I’d lived in a land of black and white. Things were either good or bad, right or wrong. I was either a failure or a success. There was nothing in-between. The extremes of this pendulum were felt in every area of my life and contributed to the development of my eating disorder. When I recovered, and had conflict in my marriage, I sought freedom, complete and absolute. During the time that followed this...
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A New Year begins and with it the compulsion to set New Year’s resolutions because “everyone’s doing it.” “If everyone was jumping off the bridge would you do it too,” my dad used to say. In the past, my New Year’s resolutions revolved around how I’d achieve a tiny sculpted ass thru exercise and various altercations to my diet. In the end, the changes I wanted weren’t practical and resulted in me feeling like a...
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