Tuesday, March 9, 2010
I can choose to eat or not. I can choose to live, or even die. I can choose if I’m going to recover, if I’m going to live a life full of laughter and joy and happiness and peace. No one can take that power from me – that power of CHOICE. And when I think of it from that perspective, it makes recovery and doing what’s right SO.MUCH.MORE appealing – because who wants to get dragged through an agonizing process of weight restoration and straightening out your crazy brain that swims laps around the anxiety pool unwillingly? By choosing to do so, it’s so much more manageable and attainable and appealing.
For so long I made myself powerless. Powerless to food (or lack thereof) and my disorder…and crap I even LOOKED powerless – hell a 13 pound baby with biceps and a loaded diaper could’ve taken me down – and I told myself and the world simply by the way I looked that I couldn’t do life; I couldn’t recover, because I was a slave to anorexia. And I was.
But I’m not anymore. I am powerful. I am woman. Hear me roar, bitches!
We are women of power. And that’s beautiful. Never, ever forget to own that.
Because that’s something to be proud of.
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