Diet Cult(ure) had me literally beating the shit out of myself.
The frustration of nothing ever working long term.
The heaviness of never being thin enough.
The defeat of numbers going down then up.
The dysmorphia of your reflection changing in every mirror or window.
The confusion of good food/bad food changing at a head spinning rate….
I finally gave up. The madness got to be to much and the years of crying out for help ended when I stopped and learned to just be present….I finally started healing.
I learned how to make peace with food. To not believe the mirror. The scale got tossed. I took self care seriously, deeply, intimately and embraced the help I needed. Learning not only to help myself, but others.
My defeat and disillusionment turned to hope, freedom…then anger and heartache when I realized I am not alone. I know this story is not just mine. The battle within is real but it cannot be won with outside sources. It’s not about the food, it’s not about the scale, it’s not about how much you exercise..it is about learning to extinguish the lies, to heal from the chaotic rules Diet Cult(ure) continues to throw at us. It is about finding a safe place within, trusting ourselves and listening to the still small voice that is ours alone, speaking love, acceptance, freedom and a full life.