Food and I always had a complex relationship, but after I had my second open heart surgery in between my freshmen and sophomore year I started losing weight. The more I lost weight the more in control I felt over my body.
It’s a hard one to follow when we feel like the world is pushing us to be perfect. We are surrounded by society telling us how we should model our bodies, our homes, what we should or shouldn’t buy. That we won’t be happy till we are perfect.
This photo is from my last full day in Pittsburgh and my heart was as full and happy as my belly. 🌟Coming from someone who grew up in the 90’s, crop tops were the rag back then. But I was considered a chubby girl a prepubescent teen with big boobs and was “not allowed” toContinue reading “Crop Tops and Full Bellies”
When you look at these two photos there is nothing different between them. The before is the same as the after. 🌟 The other day I saw a story by @fyeahmfabello that spoke about a post where a thinner woman posted photos comparing her body between being flexed and relaxed and how it can beContinue reading
I was 13 when I first developed an eating disorder. I went from being a bullied, thick girl with large boobs to underweight and celebrated. I was praised, I was encouraged and I was MISERABLE! * But here’s the thing Anorexia and eating disorders don’t just go away. They aren’t just another fad diet toContinue reading “Weight Restored Doesn’t Mean Cured”
My worth can no longer be measured by my weight on the scale.