The other day I was speaking to a friend of mine who used to be an “eating disorder buddy”. We would overexercise, undereat and report all the facts back to each other on what the scale said. I have been recovered for many years now and work actively helping others seek relief in treatment. However, the other day when I was talking to my friend she was having a very hard time and I said (for the millionth time) how about treatment?
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One Such Memory
This past summer, I tried sushi for the first time. Seated, served, concentrating on my movements, I had carefully positioned the chopsticks in my right hand, then deliberately pinched the first colorful, creatively crafted piece with them, intentionally attentive to the amount of pressure I was applying so as neither to drop it nor break it apart…
Liverwurst and Melted Cheese
Vividly, I remember sitting on the stained, hardwood floor in front of the oven, ready, waiting, wanting to eat, watching bubbles begin to stretch through the cheese over pink liverwurst softening, oozing to the edge of the bread.
“If You Are Not Happy… Let People Know It”
Flanked by fellow classmates, kids I had yet to get to know, I remember feeling forced to pretend, even way back then. “If you’re happy, and you know it, then you really, really show it! If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands!”
Eating What Is Around
Lost in the beauty of the knots in the picnic tabletop, I hear a rustling beneath my feet. Two crows quietly creep close, springing over the sand on string-thin legs, foraging for food.
To Find Yourself, You Must Lose Yourself
When the corners curled and the creases in the paper deepened, I painstakingly pasted the page to two sheets of black construction paper, careful not to allow the glue to bleed or bubble through. Dipping two of my fingertips into a small pool squeezed out onto scrap…