Last week I shared something of a love letter I wrote to my body thanking it for everything it has allowed me to do, and I remain unspeakably grateful for the life it has allowed me to live. But I still struggle—deeply—with how my body looks.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
As I mentioned in passing in my previous post about binge eating, I have sought counseling over the years for my struggles with weight. One therapist I met emphasized the need to be more self-accepting and the importance of practicing body kindness, both of which were new concepts to me.
I resisted at first. It seemed completely counter-intuitive and counterproductive to be accepting of something I wanted to change. To me, acceptance would indicate approval, and how could I possibly approve of a body that is so socially and medically stigmatized?
Monday, February 2, 2015
Late one Friday night over the holidays I proudly reported on my Facebook wall that I had successfully overcome an urge to binge that had been gnawing at me the entire day. A thin, genuinely supportive friend of mine sympathetically chimed in, “I binged for you. I ate six chocolate chip cookies.” I chuckled when I first read his comment, but then I stopped and thought about it for a moment, and my amusement quickly turned to genuine confusion. Six cookies? That’s it? Does he really think eating six cookies constitutes a binge?