These two photos are from my family Christmas party exactly 1 year apart.
In December 2021, I remember feeling the dread of another holiday celebration. Another year of seeing people for the first time in awhile and knowing I had gained weight since our last encounter. The embarrassment. The self deprecating internal dialog. Not only because of the weight gain, but because of the shame spiral that would inevitably follow once I would ultimately make and break that resolution to lose weight. Like every other year prior, the girl on the left was in active food addiction. Binging food and alcohol to fill a void. Malnourished and depressed.
This year was so different! The girl on the right is 6 months into healing. Doing the mental work and healing that void and being kind to herself. Meditation. Group support. Showing up for herself every damn day. I know that I still have work to do, and this is a lifelong commitment. But I also know that I am worth it and I am never going back. Especially when it feels (and tastes) this good!
