A Diet Free Life
Today, May 6th, is International No Diet day, a day that if you’d told me years earlier, I’d be celebrating, would’ve brought with it, raucous laughter. After growing up with a mother who dieted, it seemed only fitting and natural that
Behind the photo.
So recently I’ve seen myself in photos. It’s so interesting. We all have an image or idea of how we look in our minds, and it can be shocking and confronting to see an image that conflicts with that idea. Seeing
Words of wisdom for my children
Things I want my children to know and understand as they grow older •You don’t need to change your body; your body is incredible just as it is. Unfortunately, we live in a world that profits of of us not feeling
My family holidays filled me with fear
**TRIGGER WARNINGS** The idea of a family holiday, fills most people with excitement and anticipation. It’s an opportunity to wind down and enjoy each other’s company away from the often mundane, monotony of our everyday lives. For me, on the outside,
21 Tips To Take into the New Year
Things to remember as 2018 draws to a close and we head into the New Year 1. The size of your body doesn’t make you any less or any better than anyone else 2. The size of your body is the least interesting thing
‘Wow, I didn’t know you looked that bad!’
I’ve just come back from a shopping trip to Target. Today is the first day of Summer and so I made the decision that I would buy myself some shorts as an apology to my legs for keeping them hidden
When the mirror lies
Today I was at the gym, as one of the women I regularly workout with, commented to our trainer, about how she feels like she needs to drop a bit of weight. I looked over at her, this lean, proportionate,
Old habits die hard
Yesterday didn’t feel like a great day. I’m coming up to 15 months since I ended my 20 long year battle with bulimia once and for all. I don’t talk about my recovery often, mainly because when I finally arrived in
“Today was the worst day ever!” my daughter cried.
Yesterday my 7-year-old daughter came home from school, dramatically declaring she’d had the worst day ever. Of course, I wanted to know what had happened, so she began recalling her day in great detail. Her story went on for quite
“I’m fat.” said my 5 year old.
“Why are Emma’s legs skinny and mine fat? I hate my legs.” They’re the words that stopped me in my tracks. My daughter was only 5 and in her first year of school, when she came home deflated, uttering these words. As