Sometimes, we tend to forget what it was like to be where we were when we dieted, purged, restricted and self-loathed.
sometimes, we have contempt for our former selves...not wanting to
accept that we could have been that lost, that confused, or that sick.
It's not so much that we forget...it's that we DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER.
Maybe we haven't forgiven that part of ourselves. Maybe it's something
I think what I have been learning to do is to bless
my journey instead of curse it.
I never want to forget where I came
from or what my impetus for change was.
A wise person once told me we
teach what we most need to learn.
By staying connected to who I was at
the height of my disordered thinking, I can be more compassionate and
understanding to those who are at the height of theirs right now.
remember that lots of people tried to talk me down at various points and
I didn't have the ears to hear.
So, wherever you may be right now, know that it's exactly where you are
meant to be.
Be proud of where you came from, who you are at this
moment and joyfully anticipate the insights and wisdom that's waiting
for you when you are ready.