“I believe finding purpose in the pain was where my new life began. I was able to start over when I stopped feeling sorry for myself and started exercising!”
- Love What Matters
- Health
- Wellness/Self-Care
“I believe finding purpose in the pain was where my new life began. I was able to start over when I stopped feeling sorry for myself and started exercising!”
“I wouldn’t blink an eye if told I had to get on stage in front of hundreds of people and perform. I’d do it in a heartbeat, and do it enthusiastically. But put me in a room with the same people and ask me to mingle, and I’d want to crawl into a hole and hide.”
“Ableism is like everyone grew wings except you. They became so used to having wings they stopped building stairs and elevators. No one believes you can’t fly, so they refuse to accommodate — asking if you deserve it and complaining it’s too expensive.”
“I thought I could fly away from my eating disorder. Maybe, just maybe, I would step off the plane and the anorexia would run. But instead, the very opposite happened. I came as close as I ever had been to my eating disorder, face-to-face, and I felt my world crumble.”
“I was the one who stayed out late, the one who always turned up. But I was also the one who had blackouts, who got hit by a car, forgot whole blocks of time, and always had something to be ashamed or embarrassed about the next day. That day in my living room was the last day I drank.”
“When Mitchell got the bottle out of the cabinet, I froze. What if we give her too much and she overdoses and dies? I was terrified of giving her Tylenol, and broke down in tears as my baby wailed in pain. I felt too paralyzed by my own horrifying thoughts to do anything about it.”
“This journey has taken me 10 years, countless appointments, oceans of tears, and an entire community.”
“Health is personal and subjective. That’s why this is all about BALANCE.”
“I weighed myself every day, all day long. My weight after lunch controlled what I’d eat for dinner, and if I’d throw up later. With the ‘nothing tastes as good as skinny feels’ vibe of the early 2000s, it was little wonder I spent years on a never-ending train of diets, flirting with bulimia.”
“I chuckled, knowing my husband and picturing the eagerness with which he ordered, thinking he was going to have a tasty treat to enjoy for days and not paying any attention to the price or the item descriptions.”