This year has been full of ups and downs for me. I’ve faced bouts of depression and anxiety but through it all I’ve found a new kind of calm. I’ve asked myself the same question over and over lately, what can I learn from this? Instead of fighting against what is and what will be, I’ve learned to brace myself enough to gain the confidence to know without a doubt, I will make it through this. “This’ comes in many forms. This week it is one thing and a week from now another. One thing always remains the same. This will pass. Maybe not in the timeframe I’d like it to but I know there will always be a calm after the storm. So what have I learned from this challenging year? Life is so short, too short to hang onto things longer than necessary. I’ve learned to not engage in the things that darken my soul. I balance my time in a way that I do not become drained by the people around me(well except maybe my kids but that comes with being a parent sometimes). Do I still get mad and anxious and discouraged? Sure but those times are brief and at the end of the day, I have learned to let it go. I sing that song constantly. I even bought a shirt with those words written on the front and on those tough days, I put it on. The best gift I give to myself is no pressure. Whatever gets done gets done and if it’s not perfect, that’s okay. I allow myself to be human and embrace every part of who I am. I spend less time getting caught up in the crazy and more time committing to a solution to get me to the next day. The most important thing I learned is tomorrow is not today and today is not tomorrow. It sounds kind of silly but it makes so much sense to me after all these years. What is an important lesson you have learned this year?
As I was sitting in Starbucks yesterday, I heard that familiar ding from the inside of my purse. It was a text message from my husband asking if we should go out to eat to celebrate the first day of school. The image appeared almost instantaneously. There I was almost three years from the day, sitting on my closet floor fighting back tears. I can see myself slumped against the door, hating every inch of myself. It had been a great summer filled with celebration. A trip to Greece, Malibu buckets and chips at the pool, brats, ice cream, burgers, dessert. The list went on an on but it was quite a celebration. I’m not sure when the word celebration became synonymous with food, but it sure did.
I remember trying to button my pants that day. I remember feeling the sheer panic and thinking, could I have really packed on THAT much weight? I hit rock bottom right around the same time my own bottom hit that floor. I never wanted to come out of that closet again.
I’ve had a body image distortion disorder for as long as I can remember. I was always ashamed of my body. I hated everything about it and to top it all off, I was a gymnast. Imagine having to parade in front of the entire high school in a skimpy, little, revealing leotard. It was excruciating. My body was changing everyday and everyone I knew had a front row ticket to see.
What I learned in that closet that day was that I was living to eat. I wasn’t eating to live. I was literally feeding every insecurity I had to try and comfort myself from the reality of the things I never faced. We don’t even realize how much our eating relates to our mental state. Stuff it down, memories…food. Then do it some more. Then tell ourself that food makes us happy when that same evening it makes is completely loathe ourselves. The mind can be so damaging if we fall for its manipulative tricks. It can make the simplest flaw or memory or experience into the Grand Canyon when it’s simply a tiny hole.
It was time to remove the damage I had done one thought at a time, one pound at a time. I found yoga then and healing and a smaller size of pants. It was all connected and I never realized it before. When one thing was out of balance, it knocked everything else out of balance too.
I looked in the mirror today and I smiled. I have a confidence that took me 44 years to develop. Even with some parts sagging, others wrinkled, I feel beautiful for the first time. My skin is a happy home for what is on the inside. I am so grateful for that day in the closet that gave me the strength, commitment. courage and real desire to finally make that change. There was no diet on earth that could fix me. I had to start with my thoughts and find the compassion and care that would help me love myself just as I am. I had to own every thought, action, decision, choice and I had to forgive myself. I had to let go of this perfect image of who I thought I should be and allow myself to be completely. I had to listen to my own voice and worry about making choices that would lead to my own happiness and stop worrying about what anyone else wanted for me. I had to live. I had to choose and I had to start being accountable for the direction my life would take me in. I had to look myself in the mirror and say, you are enough. The truth is, I am enough. I have always been enough.
I hope that sharing my own story will make a bell go off for someone else. Just like a heard the sound in my purse at Starbucks yesterday, I hope this helps you hear the sound in your own head begging for the change only you can make. There is hope. Change is possible. There are happy endings. Guess who decides?