I know that my recent post, a poem, may have seemed quite intense. Reading it back to myself, over and over, I’m feeling a little self conscious of having put out such a raw written piece, but I felt I needed to do it; not for myself but because I feel as though I’m not the only one who has these feelings toward food and self.
I was recently watching Eat Pray Love and Liz, the main character, said something that hit it home for me:
“I’m so tired of saying no and then waking up in the morning and recalling every single thing I ate the day before, counting every calorie I consume so I know exactly how much self loathing to take into the shower. I’m going for it. I have no interest in being obese, I’m just through with the guilt.” Continue reading