I’ll Eat Today

This morning at the gym, some guy who I see often, but am only somewhat acquainted with, decided to comment on my body mid workout.

I Chose My Scars, Not My Wounds

 

        My left wrist holds the only remaining visible signs of my eating disorder. A patch of abstract light pink lines. Self-harm scars. Physical marks of the battle I fought with anorexia.

Recovery Only Works if it’s Chosen

I recovered from anorexia in a weight loss center.

The facility had a gym where I worked out with a personal trainer twice a week.

I Didn’t Take a Year Off and Neither Should You

 

My recovery required that I stop doing two of the things I loved most. I couldn’t go to school and I couldn’t do any cardio activities. I was pissed. I was angry and sorry for myself and I couldn’t understand why those two things had to be taken from me.

I remember thinking, “How will I survive quitting running and school? How can I ever be successful?”

You WILL Screw Up

This semester has been a challenge for me academically. I have had to start two additional blogs for my already writing heavy classes and regularly post content to them– which is honestly why I have not posted here lately #oops.

I love it. I know that I am learning a lot.

Yet I still sometimes cry my eyes out at 1 a.m. in frustration at all of the work I have to do.

Why? Because learning freaking hurts.