Blue skies

I’m slowly learning to see blue skies When I was taught to see the grey The thunderclouds of disappointment The sharp lightning strikes of shame I’m starting to see the marvel of rainbows Fractured light through drops of rain The hidden beauty found when sorrow Gives way to hope as life begins again I will…

Ice-cream: The Final Frontier

I’ve been practising intuitive eating for a good two or three years now. I’ve discovered I’m not particularly a biscuit person, I’m not addicted to chocolate, stale crisps are not nice, mature cheeses are too strong, and I feel better in myself when I add in gentle nutrition. So why was I still struggling with…

If…

If eight year-old me, Fat, alone, sad, and scared, Had been thin and restricting, Would somebody have cared? If eighteen year-old me, Away from home that first time, Had lost weight and not gained it, Would they have noticed the signs? If twenty-eight year-old me, Purging regularly, Had lost even more weight, Would they have…

Time to Talk Day 2023

#TimeToTalkDay is a day of conversations about mental health. It’s a day to check in with others, share experiences, and most of all, to challenge stigma around mental illness. Even though the Time to Change campaign is no more, the day is still marked by Mind, Rethink Mental Illness, Co-op, and of course, those Champions…

Resolutions to aid Eating Disorder recovery

It’s that time of year again. Christmas is over and we’re being bomabarded with diet and fitness ads, “New Year, New You” slogans, and promises of increased health and happiness. So to counteract all that, here’s some suggestions for New Year resolutions which will actively support your mental health and aid your recovery. How do…

Swimwear and scars

Content warning: this post mentions sexual assault. A friend shared a story recently about her struggle with showing her scar in a bikini. It was really inspiring and it got me thinking. I don’t have scars like my friend, well not external ones. Yet it occured to me that I’ve never worn a bikini. Definitely…

Freedom

So much time wasted, lost To the voice in my head That told me I was unworthy Of joy, love, freedom to be Myself. Not that I knew who that was, Too busy trying to bend, to fit Into someone else’s mould. Not that it helped Because the mould kept changing. I could never be…

Feeling fat

What feeling “fat” meant for me when I had an eating disorder: 1/ I felt physically bloated because: 2/ I was feeling ashamed, guilty and hating myself because I’d binged, purged or both, and was taking it out on my body. 3/ I was struggling to deal with difficult emotions completely unrelated to my eating…

Not ill enough?

One eating disorder symptom, which isn’t talked about enough, is the belief that you’re not really ill, and definitely not ill enough to get treatment. And for many, including myself, the belief that you don’t deserve treatment, that you don’t deserve more than this existence, the half-life that comes with an eating disorder. Even now,…

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