I’ve stated a few times that balancing health, caring about fitness, going to therapy and recovering from an eating disorder is weird… and I’m going to stick to that statement. I’m not sure you do ever get over the struggle of trying to define and refine your boundaries as what
Teaching theory for college students WHILE you are going to therapy and figuring out your own life’s shit is wild. In the middle of a lecture, internally, I’ll be in the middle of a sentence and just, “AH HA… wow I get it,” not about the lecture, but typically about
Anorexia Nervosa. Never in my life did I think that word would be written next to my name on a bill, on a therapist note, or even linked to me at all. I think and reflect on the moments that brought me to where I am at today. The comments
Recovery isn’t all that glamourous. Some days I’ll be talking to my therapist and be thinking, “I really don’t need to be here,” “she’s saying everything I already know,” “I think I have the tools to move forward now,” and then days like today happen. I’m usually pretty good about
What the fuck was that, right? This year we have been split into two radical groups. This year has felt like we have been polarized, and we have to a point, but also we have been unified in misery [lol] and navigating this strange time together. As mentioned before, I
So many things have been eye opening during this pandemic. Whether that be how shitty your friend Brad actually is, how racist your grandma Linda is, or how much you guilt yourself into not eating because you are fatphobic against your own body… all of us have learned some hard
I had a recent discussion with my therapist about the idea of permission. During this discussion there were a few things I found myself separating; giving yourself permission and giving yourself permission without guilt. I think these are two incredibly different things however one potentially could lead to the other
