I battled an eating disorder for four years. I tightly controlled what I ate, I counted calories obsessively, I binged at night, I worked out hard – once for 9 days straight, I tried puking my food but to no avail, I cried and I was so miserable. For four years. Every meal time was an internal war and most of the time, I couldn’t think of anything but food, working out and being slim. I couldn’t dream, I couldn’t love and I couldn’t do anything but think about how fat I was.
I met Jesus at a church camp. Someone told me that Jesus wants to tell me to stop comparing myself to others and that I am His masterpiece. That was where my recovery really started. One hard year of recovery. One hard year of seeing my body change, one hard year of eating food I considered “unsafe” and one hard year of pain.
But it was all worth it.
Now I am free. I eat well and I am happy. I gain weight because I can and I lose it because I want to. I write about eating disorders and living healthily on my blog. I dream to help people who are in the same place I was before. I am living again.
The best of me? The best of me is is Christ that lives in and through me.