owever, as I look back on 2015 (an extremely eventful year on many fronts), I realise that a major step was acknowledging that there will never be a perfect time or perfect state.
Although I no longer believe in labels, I was clinically diagnosed with anorexia when I was about 14 years old. Many ask what triggered this. To be honest, I don’t think that there was a single event and it doesn’t really matter anyway. I believe that there are always triggers in every stage of life; what matters is learning how to deal with them in a healthy manner and looking to the future rather than the past.
The subsequent nine years were a blur of doctor visits, hospital stays of various length and overseas treatment facilities. I saw numerous therapists and was told what to eat, how to eat, what was “right” and what was “wrong”. Although some of the treatments initially helped and definitely created more self-awareness, it also served to strip me of my own voice. I effectively missed my teenage years and therefore never found out what I liked, what I loved, what was right for me, or what was wrong for me.
I am blessed to have a great support system, but half of my time with friends was spent in the hospital. Needless to say, my identity was linked to that – I was “the sick girl”, “the victim”, the girl who would miss school for doctor visits.
In the hospitals, I would often be the model patient – only to come out and revert to my old ways.The perfectionism that drove so much of this and focus on the ‘perfect’ body was still there.
One of the biggest turning points for me was in April 2014, when my parents once again took me out of the hospital against the doctors’ will. This time, however, I made a commitment to myself that I would never go back into the hospital and praise God I haven’t.
Effectively, I got sick of being sick, of not having a life or a voice of my own, of being told what to do. I had seen many stuck in the viscous cycle of spending their whole lives in the hospital and I did not want to end up wasting my life away. I didn’t know what was going to happen but I knew it would be different and better than the past.
It was especially hard when others (including friends) criticised, judged, and even laughed. As I have come to realise however, people will always have opinions, but we can choose how much power to give these opinions. One of my favourite quotes is “Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent” (Eleanor Roosevelt).
Coming back to the present, 2015 has been a year of crazy adventure. I took a three-week trip to the States despite doctors telling me this might kill me. I started baking as a part time hobby/job. I took up CrossFit and started falling in love with sports again – to strengthen myself rather than destroy myself. I joined communities again and learned I actually enjoyed being with people. I obtained my bachelor’s degree in life coaching, religion, and languages, amongst other things. In other words, I started falling in love with life again. In other words, I started accepting unconditional love.
Am I there yet? Where is ‘there’ anyway? I believe that is a journey of progress, not perfection. That photo on the right? That’s me now. I’m far from perfect. But… I am happier, healthier, and more self-aware than the “me” on the left. And that is progress. Perfect is boring anyway.
For once, I have goals that do not revolve around getting to a perfect body or weight. Rather, they are to get to what is right for me, to gain strength, to run a marathon, to go to Disney, to join a songwriting class, to find a job. To love. To live. To thrive. It’s about being the best version of me daily.
And I’m looking forward to doing all of that (and more) in 2016.
P.S. The more I talk to people, the more I realise just how broken everyone is. I am learning that even the people who seem to have it all together – don’t. Different people manifest their struggles in different ways and for me, it just happens to be more physical in nature. This year, on many fronts, I realise that a major step was acknowledging that there is no such thing as a perfect time or a perfect person.