A perfect day
A perfect day. A perfect day for me is a day by the water—Ocean, lake, creek, river, stream. I like the water. I go to the beach a lot. My family and I pack up lots of food and sand toys and head out. I love the sun and sand. I think if I could I would walk around in a swimsuit and flip-flops all day and be on the beach. Which is something you probably would not think to hear from someone with a history of having an eating disorder.
I never hated my body. I really love the way I look. Having an eating disorder was never about making me skinnier. It was about control and finding a way to deal with my anxiety. A very unhealthy way to deal with it.
When I was dealing with anorexia I actually disliked my body a lot. I hated how I could see my bones through my skin and how my favorite parts of my body were gone. I am very proud of the work I put into my body and what I worked so hard on was gone.
Because of how much I hated my beyond-skinny body, I love my current body. I love having fat on my body. And having stomach fat curl when I sit. I love having energy. I love being able to sit or lie down without pain.
I love wearing swimsuits. And lying on the beach. And I don’t care what people say about my body because it is perfectly healthy and I know things could be a lot worse.
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