WOW … time has flown …. It has been a little over a month
since I have last published a post. I
have written a little but kept them all to myself. Needless to say I have a bunch to say.
Here goes …..
Every day I fight the same battle …… Am I beautiful enough?
Not anymore!!!
When I saw this picture, my heart skipped a beat. It brought back many, many memories. This girl in the picture was me at one
time. For me, however it was about: am I
beautiful enough, am I skinny enough, and am I enough period? I was so busy comparing myself to the world
that I got lost and forgot what was important. One good thing about being lost
is when you find your way home, you appreciate it more.
I am no longer the person in the picture …. This is why …
I have had some pretty remarkable discoveries the past
month. I have experienced the true
feeling of recovery. I have experienced
a feeling of peace and comfort in a place I was not sure existed in real
life. I have found fun and laughter and
silliness. I have found joy in making my
own rules. I have found a “safe haven”
in a new long distant group of two. I learned that a sister’s love and bond can
never be broken. I have been shown over
and over again that TRUE friendships are beautiful and a mother’s love is the
purest and most unconditional love here on earth.
My true feeling of recovery came when I realized I am who I
am the size that I am. I still want to go
to the gym a great deal of time and I still watch what I eat, but I am “OK”
with where I am at. I feel great in my
skin. I still skip meals, but it is not
because I am fearful of food it is that I am just not hungry. When I get hungry I eat and I stop when I am
full. I am not going to lie … I have had a few
rocks on my path that I have stumbled on.
I have had a few moments and I know there are a few things that I need to
be doing. I need to get back to group –
I need to make a more conscience effort to be sure I eat every day. However, in my heart I know this is what my recovery is truly
like. There was a question … How would you describe living with an eating
disorder in one word?” My answer was
“Courageous”. I feel like LIVING with an eating disorder is
extremely courageous. People with eating
disorders have to get up every day and function and LIVE with this disease. We have to hide it or live with the
alternative of every person we know watching what we eat and wondering and
asking how we are doing. We wake up with
an eating disorder, we make it through the day with an eating disorder, we go
to bed with an eating disorder and then we start the same cycle over the next
day. That is courageous. I am not recovered
but I am in recovery and that is courageous.
My courage is strong because people believe in me. Thank goodness for the people in my life, I
could never imagine what recovery could be if it were not for a few people ---
Juli -- I can send a
text and this is what I get back …
“Chevie …. Snap out of it. You
have been doing so good, don’t let duckers get you down. You are better than that. You are going to have to eat a little
more. You need to get back into
group. They are needing you just as much
as you are needing them. They need to
see with their own eyes that recovery is REAL.
Believe it or not you are doing amazing and you need them to help your
recovery get even better.”
Jennifer -- when I get random Facebook posts like this one ……..
In my case, with my girls … they are true angels in my
life. On more than one occasion they
have lifted me when my wings were broken.
They held me up until I was able to hold myself up. I am truly
blessed with amazing friendships!!
Friendships that have been unbendable and will always be
unbreakable.
Natalie -- the other half of my AWESOME two person
group. It has been wonderful to have
someone to confide in and when she says, “I know how that feels.” She honestly and truly does in the most
literal way. To have a connection with
someone that suffers with the same demons as you do is comforting. I am not the only one … We both need each
other. This disorder has brought an
amazing person into my live from hundreds of miles away.
Mom -- Who loves … ALWAYS!!! I have learned how to love from her. She is the greatest example of love there
is.
I have also learned two
breath taking lessons ….
(1)
You must love yourself and what you are, how you
are in order to love or be loved. When
your mind is clouded with insanity of weight and self-worth, you can’t see what
is in front of you. You can’t allow anyone
to JUST love you. I can see crystal
clear now …. I want a MOST, MOST, SPECIAL, SPECIAL, ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ROUND,
ROUND, PERFECT, PERFECT, JUST, JUST kind of love.
(2)
No matter what happens in the past, to be able
to laugh with your sister is FABNIFICENT.
Amber ~ I am proud to be your sister.
We are not required to always understand each other or to like everything
about each other. However, we have
proven that our bond is special and unique.
We are the only ones that share this and that makes us pretty lucky.
Everyday my faith is stronger. AMEN!!!
Every day I will be thankful for the lessons I have learned and the people in my life that have held my hand,
dried my tears, held the umbrella in the rain, sat with me on the floor and
brought me to this place that I am ….. RECOVERY