Permission to Be Happy and Hope

The first time I ‘willingly’ went to a counselor, I was 28 years old. (My aunt had dragged me to a counselor who obviously didn’t know how to handle children after my Dad died. The poor woman kept asking me what I thought, and I finally told her, disgustedly, that…

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Shifting Gears and Perspectives

It seems like I have been ignoring or in battle with my body all of my life. Anorexia became my way of life when I was fifteen years old. It didn’t begin with trying to lose weight; it was a control issue. My mother and stepfather wouldn’t let me have…

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