last year i revealed my struggle with food in this post " i used to have an eating disorder " and it's like it opened up something that i thought i dealt with long ago.
apparently i was wrong.
the post made me retreat inside myself. worried that i had shared too much. worried that i had labeled myself. worried that maybe i missed those days of wanting to be skinny.
wanting.
desperately wanting.
crazy, self obsessed wanting.
it's like satan was knocking at my door again, saying "hey, remember me?" "remember how good it felt?" remember how great it was?"
and the realistic me knows it wasn't great. but the past me knows there were glimpses of joy.
they were tiny, never lasting, self defeating glimpses. but glimpses none the less.
crazy isn't it? to find joy in the middle of our pain.
it's a constant battle. every bite. every decision. every time i weigh myself.
i'm battling against who i was. i'm battling for who i need to be.
i'm battling not to let this world define who i am.
but i think the important part is i realize it. that i'm aware of my struggle. that i go into the battle knowing full well the danger that an eating disorder can do.
my friend died from it. not officially of course. officially she died because her body couldn't fight an infection she got. but her body couldn't fight it because of all the years of abuse. and those of us in the circle knew that. those of us who had struggled beside her knew.
and though we were all years past our own issues with food, i come to realize now that we may move on but it's always a part of us.
it's always a voice.
it's always a temptation.
and sometimes it's a desire.
sometimes it's a feeling that we want to feel again.
just for a moment.
a tiny moment.
a tiny self defeating moment.
because that's the disease. that's the disorder.
but i don't want to be the person i was.
i don't want to be who i used to be.
i don't want to die because i can't let go.
so i let go of the past everyday.
and i move forward towards a healthier life.
and i pray to God it will never be me again.
apparently i was wrong.
the post made me retreat inside myself. worried that i had shared too much. worried that i had labeled myself. worried that maybe i missed those days of wanting to be skinny.
wanting.
desperately wanting.
crazy, self obsessed wanting.
it's like satan was knocking at my door again, saying "hey, remember me?" "remember how good it felt?" remember how great it was?"
and the realistic me knows it wasn't great. but the past me knows there were glimpses of joy.
they were tiny, never lasting, self defeating glimpses. but glimpses none the less.
crazy isn't it? to find joy in the middle of our pain.
it's a constant battle. every bite. every decision. every time i weigh myself.
i'm battling against who i was. i'm battling for who i need to be.
i'm battling not to let this world define who i am.
but i think the important part is i realize it. that i'm aware of my struggle. that i go into the battle knowing full well the danger that an eating disorder can do.
my friend died from it. not officially of course. officially she died because her body couldn't fight an infection she got. but her body couldn't fight it because of all the years of abuse. and those of us in the circle knew that. those of us who had struggled beside her knew.
and though we were all years past our own issues with food, i come to realize now that we may move on but it's always a part of us.
it's always a voice.
it's always a temptation.
and sometimes it's a desire.
sometimes it's a feeling that we want to feel again.
just for a moment.
a tiny moment.
a tiny self defeating moment.
because that's the disease. that's the disorder.
but i don't want to be the person i was.
i don't want to be who i used to be.
i don't want to die because i can't let go.
so i let go of the past everyday.
and i move forward towards a healthier life.
and i pray to God it will never be me again.
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