I disappeared once; one of the many women to become a missing person.
One of the fortunate few to be found.
These are my words and this is the story of how I was FORGOTTEN.
I wrote it during the throes of disordered eating and self-loathe. Eventually, after a long and beautiful recovery process, I published it on another site. But, I wanted to post it here for the LuEats community because I know that many of you can relate.
Many of you are missing. You are weary and lonely and lost.
Some of you seek control through restriction, dieting and over-exercising. Some of you use food to soothe painful emotions. Some of you use it to reward yourself in the otherwise thankless jobs of mothering, wife-ing, working or friend-ing. Still others of you are striving for perfection in a world where it simply doesn’t exist.
All of you are waiting to be found.
Take heart, dear ones. There is always hope.