Jenni Schaefer

Eating disorders come in all shapes and sizes. They don't discriminate by size, weight, ethnicity, gender, culture, age, or anything else.

It makes me nervous to cook for someone else -- what if they don't like what I make? -- so I have chosen not to do so, for years. But a couple of days ago I decided to take a risk and make dinner for my boyfriend's birthday.

I am taking a break from strangers sending me some misspelled variation of "Hey babe! Let's get together tonight," and making a decision to focus on just living my life.

Why do I keep attracting men who I only want to go out with once? More specifically, am I actually choosing to date these guys in an effort to squeeze out the chance of having the real thing with someone?

After Ed (aka "eating disorder") and I broke up, I have to admit that I splurged a little. I am not usually much of a shopper, but I was so excited about my life without Ed that I wanted to explore some new things.

I never chose to struggle with depression, but I did choose to get better.

At what age, do we stop noticing fuzz balls? In other words, when do we stop seeing the wonder in the little things?

My challenge today is to recognize insane ways of thinking and then to move in the direction of positive change.

These days, I give the airlines a big thank you for giving me the chance to practice the important concept of letting go on a regular basis.

I don't have to do anything except be myself and trust the process. If it doesn't work out with someone, I will learn something for the next time around.

I am recovered from anorexia and bulimia. "Recovered," as in, I no longer have an eating disorder. (Period.) Instead, I have a life filled with joy an...