From Shame to Strength.

Scars. We all have them.
I have one on my lip where at 4yrs old my tooth cut through the skin when I slipped in the grocery store. Another one under my nose where my siblings pushed me down our driveway when I was little. And yet another where a hair straightener burned my leg in the freshman dorms. Life is full of bumps and bruises, and sometimes they make for good memories to reminisce on during the holidays.

But I also have scars that come from painful memories. Scars no one could see--scars of the heart. These invisible scars are the ones that cut the deepest.

When I began unpacking the root issues of my eating disorder, the emotions of painful experiences flooded over me. Without my usual method of coping (i.e. using my eating disorder), I turned to self-harm. At the time, I didn't understand what was happening. Why was I blatantly inflicting pain on myself when I've learned so much about showing myself compassion? Why was I struggling to apply this principle when I felt overwhelmed with shame and guilt?

I've come to realize self-harm was a way to make sense of how I had been hurt. For me, it acted as a physical representation of the scars that no one could see. But using self-harm to understand my pain didn't solve the problem. In fact, it merely added to the shame I already felt. Shame for having visible scars on top of the shame from invisible scars.

The real work requires seeing strength in places where I previously saw weakness. This shift in perspective opens the door for me to show compassion to that girl who was feeling so much hurt for so long while pushing through each day with a smile on her face. That, my friends, takes an incredible amount of strength and a heaping pile of resilience. And so, by changing my viewpoint from shame to strength, I become empowered by my story.

In the same light, I have the power to change how I view my self-harm scars. The scars don't have to be a place of shame. They are simply part of my story. The story of fighting so desperately to gain a healthy life. Of overcoming challenges many people will never understand. Of finding joy in the journey despite the cuts and scars along the way.

A story of strength. A story of resilience.

***Below is a website with resources if you or a loved one is struggling with self-harm. Additionally, feel free to message me, and I will do my best to listen and point you in the right direction to get the help you need***

https://twloha.com/find-help/help-by-topic/self-injury/

It's a bird...It's a plane...It's Superman!

Sometimes I like to think I have superpowers. That I can work two jobs, go to school full time, be super involved in my sorority, go to PT twice a week, and oh yeah do that little thing called recovery too. I think this hectic schedule should be easy to manage. But the reality is, I am only human, and I run myself into the ground trying to keep up with this jam-packed lifestyle.

Why do I do it? Why do I take on more than I can bear? Even that question is hard for me to consider because I don’t like to admit I have a cap on what I can handle. However, I have had to face this issue because a lot of my eating disorder lives in the need to always be productive. I’ve come to realize it stems from a place of acceptance and worth, or lack thereof. I’m scared I won’t be seen as “good enough” if I don’t do 101 things. But deeper than fearing other people not accepting me, I’m scared that I won’t be able to accept myself. When I keep myself busy, I don’t have to grapple with the questions of worthiness. I’m scared if I stop the train, the self-hate will be too much for me to tolerate. So it seems easier to equate my worth with productivity and ignore the real issue of feeling undeserving and worthless.

The chaos quiets my inner critic for the moment; but in the greater scheme of things, it just makes the voice that screams “I am a failure” even louder. Inevitably, when I over commit, I have to let go of some things I love. And quitting something, makes me feel like a disappointment.

So what can I do to not feel like I have failed? This go around, I am stopping the cycle before it spins out of control. I am proactively taking time away from my job because I’ve started to notice my eating disorder popping back in. If I continue to let my recovery rest on the back burner, I will most definitely lose things I love and value. My recovery has to come first because I have to be healthy in order to enjoy my other commitments.

And by prioritizing my health, I have the space to truly address the feelings of failure that arise when I face the reality that I do have limits. I am realizing that I am strong enough to combat my inner critic, that I do have the tools I need to manage my emotions. Adding balance to my life and accepting my humanness allows me to be present in my life, instead of running around like a chicken with its head cut off.  

Whole30

Let's face it. Society places a huge emphasis on weight and physical appearance. Think about how many diet plans are out there. There’s the Paleo diet, the Mediterranean diet, the grapefruit diet. Popular in LA are the juice cleanses and detoxes. There’s Weight Watchers, Hydroxycut, and let’s not forget whole30challenge. 

The millions of diets, clean-eating plans, and fitness programs and technology, and surgery all promise one thing: confidence in yourself and love for your body. Not a bad goal…it’s actually a huge goal in my recovery. But where we differ is in the means to the happy healthy you. The diet mentality says the only way to be comfortable in your skin in to lose weight. And by losing weight, the diet “promises” you self-confidence, self-worth, and meaning in life.

This. Is. A. Lie.

Believe me, for years I completely ate it up. I believed if I lost “x” more pounds I would love my body. I aimed to change my body in hopes of finding my place in the world. I ate ‘clean’ to get rid of the disgust and shame I held. But at the end of each day, I was left without any self-worth and zero confidence in my skin. As I lost more and more weight, I began losing who I was. I lost my fiery spirit. I lost my spunk. I lost my will to live.

In direct contrast to everything I’ve heard in the world, I’ve discovered more happiness as I gained weight. Because as I gained weight, I gained myself back. I have opinions again. I have passions that spur a desire to make a difference in the world. I can be silly and not care what people think. I’ve gained back laughter—the kind where you can’t breathe and your stomach hurts so bad!

All of that I did by expanding what I ate…not restricting it. Through eating, I am discovering that confidence doesn’t come from the scale or my physical body at all. It comes from embracing my true spirit. I am reconnecting and maybe knowing for the first time that my self-worth is found in God’s love for me and the incredible human he has created me to be. I am learning that my past mistakes and even future ones do not change that.

A month ago my dietitian challenged me to a different kind of whole30. 30 days of eating 100% of my meal plan. It’s a huge accomplishment that I did it and that am continuing on that path. (Go me!) What I have discovered is that sticking to the plan gives me freedom to find my value in things other than my body.

So I leave you with a similar challenge. For 30 days, fight the diet mentality. However this looks for you, whether its by eating what you want, exercising when it feels good, complimenting your kids on things other than their appearance, directly speaking up for body acceptance, or quietly embracing your body, stick to it for 30 days. It’s my bet that at the end of the 30 days, you’ll keep it going just like I have.