I Am More Than the Size of My Body
I am more than the size of my body and the scars on my skin.
I am more than the “fat one” with bulimia and shame. I am more than bipolar disorder, and I am more than a name, more than a label.
I am a woman. I am a strong woman, who has experienced pain and heartbreak. I am the little girl who carries her shame like a trophy and her fear like a shield. I am the woman who dances in the rain to hide the tears that run down her face.
I will no longer be defined by the judgment you place on the “big girl.” I will no longer allow your words to penetrate the walls I built around my soul. I will practice self-kindness in spite of your words. I will stand up and say proudly that I am recovering from the illness that lured me into a false sense of security. The journey is long and painful, but I have spent half my life believing my body defines my worth. I am more than the girl who started to purge herself of food. I am more than the woman who gained weight because her body stopped functioning effectively as it clung to life. I am more than the look in your eyes that tells me I am “too fat to have an eating disorder.” I am so much more than your hasty conclusion of my story. I am a woman. I am a strong woman in recovery from an eating disorder. Who are you?
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