I've always found it strange when someone refers to their eating disorder in the past tense, treating it like a urinary tract infection or a sprained ankle, with a cure and an end date. Unfortunately, there isn’t a magic pill you can pick up at Rite Aide or a fail-proof protocol you can follow on Web MD. Disordered eating is a disease more akin to alcoholism, where recovery is a lifelong journey that takes vigilance, effort, and grace.
Thanks for sharing, Jenny. You are not alone in this I’m sure. Even those of us without kids and not in your industry feel this tension to some degree, so your words resonate deeply. Proud of you for just going for it and even if just for a moment you feel OK about it, that it’s not a binge, that it’s not shameful- that it is, in fact, just living or at least modeling good living, is so brave and evolved. ❤️ Your boys are so lucky to have you!
Your description at the beginning was so spot on, I totally agree, it’s never completely past tense. And I don’t have kids yet but I am always thinking about how not to fuck up my future kids relationship with food the way my mom did with mine 😬😵💫
These are the times with your kids that are the best! Just talking and doing things together. Even if it was 2 bites, they will remember it as something you did together.
This is beautiful Jenny. I was “lucky” in the way my mom was a thin alcoholic so bodies weren’t really discussed. I had a crazy wonderful metabolism until I was 20 so that fucked my brain when weight actually stuck. I got boobs and an ass, and was happy! Then it just kept coming. It’s a mind fuck. I don’t like how happy I am when I eat very little or abstain completely, BUT I’m trying to get hyped when I eat normally and exercise. As of now I only have nieces and I’d rather die than let them hear me say something negative about food. My 15 yo niece already flirted with an eating disorder. In front of her I ate as much as I wanted her to eat because she mimicked me. Her mom abandoned her (alcoholic) when she was 9. It’s such a responsibility and this makes me feel seen. All my love to anyone dealing with disordered eating, life can be fun and if there are people watching you with growing brains it’s so worth every single calorie. 💙
Thanks for sharing, Jenny. You are not alone in this I’m sure. Even those of us without kids and not in your industry feel this tension to some degree, so your words resonate deeply. Proud of you for just going for it and even if just for a moment you feel OK about it, that it’s not a binge, that it’s not shameful- that it is, in fact, just living or at least modeling good living, is so brave and evolved. ❤️ Your boys are so lucky to have you!
Your description at the beginning was so spot on, I totally agree, it’s never completely past tense. And I don’t have kids yet but I am always thinking about how not to fuck up my future kids relationship with food the way my mom did with mine 😬😵💫
These are the times with your kids that are the best! Just talking and doing things together. Even if it was 2 bites, they will remember it as something you did together.
This is beautiful Jenny. I was “lucky” in the way my mom was a thin alcoholic so bodies weren’t really discussed. I had a crazy wonderful metabolism until I was 20 so that fucked my brain when weight actually stuck. I got boobs and an ass, and was happy! Then it just kept coming. It’s a mind fuck. I don’t like how happy I am when I eat very little or abstain completely, BUT I’m trying to get hyped when I eat normally and exercise. As of now I only have nieces and I’d rather die than let them hear me say something negative about food. My 15 yo niece already flirted with an eating disorder. In front of her I ate as much as I wanted her to eat because she mimicked me. Her mom abandoned her (alcoholic) when she was 9. It’s such a responsibility and this makes me feel seen. All my love to anyone dealing with disordered eating, life can be fun and if there are people watching you with growing brains it’s so worth every single calorie. 💙