If you're feeling uneasy and concerned that your college-age daughter or son might have an eating disorder, this is a perfect time to think the problem through and figure out whether help might be needed.
Body shaming is a part of American culture, at once abhorrent and everywhere. Women are shamed for being fat, skinny, tall, short, flat chested, busty, too plain, too sexy. But lately, there seems to be a different response from women -- frustration followed by acceptance and moving on.
Only one in 10 people with eating disorders receive treatment, and among those that do receive treatment, only 35 percent seek treatment at a facility...
For reasons I will never understand, I was made to sit about halfway up the stairs. Or maybe I chose that spot. Out of pie reach, but still able to watch the consummation of the event.
Colette's body shadows Lisanne's. Her ailments are similar, but less debilitating. Lisanne is the older sister by three minutes. It's as if her body has somehow served as a barrier for her sister's, taking the brunt of the pain.
And knowing what I know now and getting on the other side of self-hate, from self-loathing to self-loving is why I'm on a mission to inspire. empower and uplift other women.
I'm sorry for all the years that I (mistakenly) thought you weren't enough. I'm sorry for the torture I put you through, stuffing you into Victoria Secret padded bras and hoping you came together to give me the perfect cleavage for prom. It wasn't you, it was me.
Can you begin to take a step out of your critical, harsh mind to view yourself as your friends, family, and significant others see you? Can you imagine a world where each of us let go of the self-inflicted criticism, recognized our worth, and saw ourselves as those who love us see us?
When you finally think that you deserve to say you have it all figured out, that your breasts and your body belong to you, they don't anymore. Perhaps that is where the story begins. When your love affair with your body becomes foreign and familiar, all at once.
While the reasons for the shame are as diverse as the millions of women who suffer in this world, here are three reasons highlighting why it is so difficult for women to move beyond the shame.
It took a year, and more hard work than I thought I was capable of, but I lost 170 pounds. The 12 years leading up to this weight loss were rough to say the least. There were five things I hated about being overweight.
When my marriage was running on fumes, my ex-husband would send me to Victoria's Secret with instructions to pick out something to his liking. 'Red,' he would say. Or 'animal print.' Or, finally, in desperation: 'anything you want,' which at that point was nothing that might lead to sex, the sex that was between two people with wildly incompatible desires and personas.
My veins wander and traverse each other, like a road map beneath my skin. They've always been that way, to an extent. Phlebotomists love me. But as I've grown older, and my skin has thinned, the veins have gotten more prominent. My kids tell me my hands weird them out. And sometimes I look at them and they weird me out. Mostly, they remind me that I'm aging.
I longed for holiday joy but was faced with dread, self-loathing, and self-distrust. How could I be happy when I was a big fat failure? When I recovered, I studied the source of what robbed my holiday joy. I realized that we tend to set rules for ourselves instead of listening to our bodies.
Instagram has given me a platform to find the fun in food again. So go ahead and say I'm basic. Say that I've given in to mainstream media, and lost my originality. I think I've gained something that's more than worth it.
Instead of exercising to sculpt, change, and tighten, what if we simply moved our bodies in ways that brought us satisfaction and joy? This a radical mindset shift because we are inundated daily with society's belief that our bodies need to be fixed