The Scale. Just the thought of it sent me into a panic attack. But i had to know; success or failure. At 96 pounds, for years, sometimes i weighed even less, i still was not happy. Perfectionism with a side of addictive behavior, was literally killing me. "not good enough" and the lie i swallowed daily, that "no one could possibly love the Real me", not only hurts millions of girls (and boys) it hurt me and those good souls who worked so hard to "save" me. Yes it took therapy, rehab and moving to a new town. Most of all it took faith. Faith in myself! And faith that there was a god that loved me...no matter what. Thank you bekah. This blog could save lives!
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ReplyDeleteThe Scale. Just the thought of it sent me into a panic attack. But i had to know; success or failure. At 96 pounds, for years, sometimes i weighed even less, i still was not happy. Perfectionism with a side of addictive behavior, was literally killing me. "not good enough" and the lie i swallowed daily, that "no one could possibly love the Real me", not only hurts millions of girls (and boys) it hurt me and those good souls who worked so hard to "save" me. Yes it took therapy, rehab and moving to a new town. Most of all it took faith. Faith in myself! And faith that there was a god that loved me...no matter what.
ReplyDeleteThank you bekah. This blog could save lives!