Letting go of the past is an essential step when it comes to recovering from an eating disorder - and, while it’s something that I always know that I need to do, it isn’t always something that I’m good at doing.
For example, when I’m down about the way that my body looks now - even though for the most part I look healthy - the reflection of what I looked like in the throws of anorexia lingers in the background and I wish that it didn’t seem so far away (and that I didn’t still think that there was something more attractive about that unhealthy appearance). When I think about whether or not I can truly be successful with writing and photography, I get caught up in the memories of my mother saying, “well, that’s great for a hobby, but it’s no way to make a living” and I start to feel just a little but stuck, instead of feeling completely able to move forward, the doubt starts to win a bit more than I’d like it to.
But the only reason that it happens is because I let it: on its own, the past has no power whatsoever.
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