What would you do if you saw a girl spending pennies and pearls on food? She gobbles it up and then she barfs, which she thinks makes her feel good. Later that night, with her conscious she'll fight as the guilt eats her for lunch But she'll never tell of the story where of she went to after brunch.
Weekly goals written on the board share one common thread of hope: that we would live another day, another week.
Faces of worry, guilt, and shame are universal as we verbally state where we want to see ourselves in seven days time.
"Purge free for at least one day." "Refrain as much as I can from body checking." "Get in at least 3 meals a day." "Find and use positive coping mechanisms." "Affirm myself three times for every one time that I say something horrible about myself."
While it is easy to write these hope-filled words on a board, the actual challenge is staying true to them.
Hours of therapy can only make us aware of the areas in our life that need healing. The healing process, however, lays in our own frail, cold hands.
Living a life married to ones eating disorder is a life lived in a mirror covered box with no apparent way out.