The Courage to Love Myself

The time has come! It is my 37th birthday. 3+7=10. 1+0 = 1. 1 is a symbol for new beginnings, for birthing new ideas, and for starting new chapters in life. That's how I feel. I moved to a new home. I am beginning graduate school on my birthday. And, I am ready to talk openly about my struggles with food, body image and the painful yet healing transformation that has come (and is still coming) from my search to understand my eating disorder and to celebrate the amazing person I found out I am!

Yes, it feels vulnerable and scary to open such an old can of worms. But the worms need to come out so that the can (my incredible body) can thrive in this world. And so here I am, creating a platform for all women who have struggled with food and their bodies, to come and support each other and share their stories.

A huge part of my healing process has been sharing my story. And guess what? People want to listen. They care. And though it may not seem like it, all humans have painful stories to tell. They also have beautiful and love-filled stories to share. So here is mine, from my heart to yours, one post at a time.

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