I’m reblogging this today because I feel it’s an important challenge. I spent much of my young adult life battling anorexia and bulemia. The person I saw in the mirror was fat, imperfect and ugly. The truth was I was not any of the the things I saw in the mirror. I’ve been in recovery since I was 36 years old. I’m 52. While I’m no longer a practicing anorexia/bulemic, I still battle many insecurities. I accept this challenge and hope others will do the same.
I think it’s safe to assume that you have attended a carnival or fair at some point in your life. I’m from the great state of Louisiana, and there’s a festival for everything: frogs, rice, boudin, yams, cracklins, goats, crawfish and so much more. We enjoy eating and celebrating life in Louisiana. After indulging in all that yummy goodness, you often feel stuffed, uncomfortable, and good for nothing more than sitting around or taking a nap, but there’s so much more to see and do.
After visiting all the food booths, I used to enjoy going into the house of mirrors as a kid. It amused me to see my friends and me in distorted bodies — sometimes plump and sometimes uber-skinny. Fortunately, those mirrors were created for entertainment only — not as an accurate picture of yourself.
Unfortunately, many of us see ourselves through a distorted looking glass. We…
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