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“Maybe the reason nothing seems to be ‘fixing you’ is because you’re not broken… You have a unique beauty and purpose; live accordingly.” ~Steve Maraboli
Have you ever seen a woman down a family-sized tin of chickpeas?
Or eat six pita pockets stuffed full of avocado, cheese, tomato, and onion?
Or a dozen greasy samosas?
I used to overeat when I was depressed. I’d eat till I was so stuffed, the only thing I could do was sleep.
(Like Valium, but with added fiber.)
I’d been doing it since I was a kid.
My family was vegetarian, so I knew what healthy food was. The problem was, I felt like I had to eat until all the food was gone.
Sometimes I made myself throw up because I felt so panicked about the amount I’d just eaten.
I never had any professional help. The only time I talked about it was when I cried to friends at parties.
They’d say, “You’re slim, so what’s the problem?”
And I get it. On the outside I looked sorted. But for me, eating was a constant obsession.
I’d try to rein it in by counting calories. Or I’d plan to only have one or two helpings, but I’d always cave in and eat everything.
It went on for years.
It was my normal.<…
Source http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/tinybuddha/~3/zhcJsQaAeAc/
“Maybe the reason nothing seems to be ‘fixing you’ is because you’re not broken… You have a unique beauty and purpose; live accordingly.” ~Steve Maraboli
Have you ever seen a woman down a family-sized tin of chickpeas?
Or eat six pita pockets stuffed full of avocado, cheese, tomato, and onion?
Or a dozen greasy samosas?
I used to overeat when I was depressed. I’d eat till I was so stuffed, the only thing I could do was sleep.
(Like Valium, but with added fiber.)
I’d been doing it since I was a kid.
My family was vegetarian, so I knew what healthy food was. The problem was, I felt like I had to eat until all the food was gone.
Sometimes I made myself throw up because I felt so panicked about the amount I’d just eaten.
I never had any professional help. The only time I talked about it was when I cried to friends at parties.
They’d say, “You’re slim, so what’s the problem?”
And I get it. On the outside I looked sorted. But for me, eating was a constant obsession.
I’d try to rein it in by counting calories. Or I’d plan to only have one or two helpings, but I’d always cave in and eat everything.
It went on for years.
It was my normal.<…
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