Thank you for your beautiful responses to yesterday's post.
I am quite touched by how supportive this little readership is.
The crux of anorexia (or many obsessions) is not vanity as we may initially think or assume, but control.
('Cause seriously, what's attractive about self loathing?)
The key to recovering from anorexia, for me, meant understanding and accepting that I can't - and don't need to - control everything.
Accepting that bad things will happen to good people - even worse - good people who I love dearly. Things that I can't 'fix'. (Yeah. I'm talking about things like you, cancer.)
Accepting that I will make mistakes.
That it is more important to acknowledge and repair the damage, than to justify or erase the mistake.
Accepting that trying to control others is futile and unnecessary.
Accepting that people will choose to live their life in whatever manner they see fit - and if it bears little consequence to me - then I have to live and let live.
Not live and convince them to live like me.
Accepting that letting something or someone control me is equally as unhealthy as wanting to control others.
Accepting that while we are shaped by the events and people in our past, it is our current attitude that is paramount.
Accepting that youth is over-rated.
Aging, the right relationships and motherhood have brought a huge sense of acceptance to my life.
Self acceptance and acceptance of others.
I have never felt happier.
Not always manic-jump-on-the-roof-and-scream-it-far-and-wide happiness.
But often in a beautiful, contented way.
Occasionally, I'll be self aware enough to realise just how UNanxious I actually am.
It's a-nice, yes?
So this week I am grateful for all this acceptance in my heart, for the acceptance that comes with true relationships and for the acceptance that poured through my little blog yesterday.
(Okay. I'll go back to blogging about lip gloss and blower vacs to lighten the mood around here now!)
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