I am currently on the crest of a summer which will include several weddings (including my brother and my best friend’s), my graduation from college, the start of my professional career, and my first major move. As I face this last month before summer, I am forced to re-examine the “I can’t wait” attitude and how it affects my sense of contentment.
“If I am some kind of symbol to some people out there, then clearly I am an example of the lens through which we, as a society, view our mothers, daughters, sisters, wives, female friends and colleagues. The objectification and scrutiny we put women through is absurd and disturbing.”
I am an addict. Stating these words still feels surreal, even after all this time.
I remember my first meeting: “My name is Regina, I have anorexia nervosa, anorexia athletica, orthorexia and exercise addiction, among other diagnosed psychiatric disorders.”
Even though I knew my situation was due to an illness and not a choice I had made, feelings of shame started creeping up on me.