Unpacking more than boxes
It took me roughly two weeks to pack up my life in Pickle Land and move to South Carolina. It was two weeks of packing during every spare moment I had.
It is taking me much longer to unpack. I am about halfway there. A few weeks ago, I found some of my photo albums and an album with articles I wrote while in college. The first story that I had ever written was in there. I showed it to my son.
I took my son on a trip down memory lane. I showed him pictures of me as a child, in high school, in school, and with his dad.
One photo that made him pause was a photo of me at 73 pounds in a bikini. It was taken at a Memorial Day cookout when I was in the mid-20s. I can still hear the sounds my friends made when I stepped outside to the pool. At the time, I thought they were amazed by how good I looked. No, they were shocked by how skinny I was.
Years ago, my son's father shared my ED story with him. I am not ashamed of my fight with ED but it was my story to tell. Plus, my son was about six when he was told. So my son and I finally had an honest conversation about it. It felt good to tell it from my point of view. He asked many questions.
I will never be fully recovered from ED. This knowledge keeps me on my toes and helps me noticed when things are not right. But I am in a better place than the young lady in that photo. For the most part, I am pleased with where I am with my weight. No longer do I hide from the mirror. I have some curves and I like them.
Spring has arrived (depending on the day). I will be wearing more dresses and skirts. A long time ago, this was a major no-no. I didn't want my thighs to show because I thought they were enormous.
As I write this, I am rocking a dark grey dress, a long grey, and black sweater, fleece lined leggings and boots. Years ago, Virginia Slims used to advertise their cigarettes with "You've come a long way, baby."
I agree 100 percent. I have come a long way.
It is taking me much longer to unpack. I am about halfway there. A few weeks ago, I found some of my photo albums and an album with articles I wrote while in college. The first story that I had ever written was in there. I showed it to my son.
I took my son on a trip down memory lane. I showed him pictures of me as a child, in high school, in school, and with his dad.
One photo that made him pause was a photo of me at 73 pounds in a bikini. It was taken at a Memorial Day cookout when I was in the mid-20s. I can still hear the sounds my friends made when I stepped outside to the pool. At the time, I thought they were amazed by how good I looked. No, they were shocked by how skinny I was.
Years ago, my son's father shared my ED story with him. I am not ashamed of my fight with ED but it was my story to tell. Plus, my son was about six when he was told. So my son and I finally had an honest conversation about it. It felt good to tell it from my point of view. He asked many questions.
I will never be fully recovered from ED. This knowledge keeps me on my toes and helps me noticed when things are not right. But I am in a better place than the young lady in that photo. For the most part, I am pleased with where I am with my weight. No longer do I hide from the mirror. I have some curves and I like them.
Spring has arrived (depending on the day). I will be wearing more dresses and skirts. A long time ago, this was a major no-no. I didn't want my thighs to show because I thought they were enormous.
As I write this, I am rocking a dark grey dress, a long grey, and black sweater, fleece lined leggings and boots. Years ago, Virginia Slims used to advertise their cigarettes with "You've come a long way, baby."
I agree 100 percent. I have come a long way.
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