But Mommy, You're Strong!
There is nothing anyone could have said. Nothing anyone could have done to change my mind. I was fat, not worth a lot of conversation or even time, and most of how I behaved or performed was all wrong. This is where my worth and identity rested, and the value I held in my life. Which, now that I have a daughter, I would never envision for her story. Her worth and purpose are nowhere near connected to her weight. This month is Eating Disorder Awareness month and even though I was never truly diagnosed as having one, I most certainly had one. And I'm sure someone you know was just like me. I was not healthy...in any sense of the word. Not mentally or physically. I was starving myself; not just sustenance, but bread of life. I had friends. I had a boyfriend, and I was a straight A student. There was no convincing me I was successful, and beautiful. My family and friends did nothing but TRY to lift me up. No one tore me down; it was all a mind game that I had played in my own head. I...