As I healed the younger version of myself, I discovered I didn’t need to turn to food for love.
I realized the man of the house can show vulnerability.
It felt comforting to know that I wasn’t the only one clueless about what love was.
I was in the midst of an eating disorder, and no one seemed to be able to see a thing.
When you take a pause and reset, you can learn some very powerful lessons.
I was my own worst enemy before the diagnosis.