Feb 20, 2025 =8 years

I grew up in dysfunctional family like so many others. 

Food felt like an escape.

The voice of my disease told me I needed a smaller body. what ever it was.

I knew the squeaky tiles in my house so I could sneak to the fridge.

I became completely obsessed with food and my body.

I cried a LOT in the beginning. 

Now,  for me, it is OK to be vulnerable, I realize I am not the center of the universe. Living in the grey area is equivalent to being right sized.

My criticism of me can be as damaging as the food.

Today working my program includes sponsoring and being sponsored, being of service and living the principles in all my affairs