I hear you knocking but you cannot come in. I will call you by your proper name - Thief. You rob me of my health. You rob me of my energy. You rob me of my joy. I will treat you like the thief that you are. I would not leave my front door open for anyone to come in and take what belongs to me. I shut my door and lock it to protect what is precious to me. In the same way I will shut my mind to your beckoning. I will bar the door against the temptations of skinny celebrities on glossy magazine covers and skimpy swimsuits on department store racks. I will safeguard my schedule to make your old habits inconvenient.
I can hear you laying in wait, until my children are all in school. I can hear you urging "you can skip breakfast with no one to yell at." I hear you call "you can work out for hours without interruption." Lies. Siren songs. I worked very hard to overcome your deceptions. Becoming a mother forced me to look beyond my selfish conceit. I cannot starve a growing baby. I cannot skip meals when children need my patience. I cannot run for hours when there are snacks to prepare and diapers to change and laundry to fold. I cannot destroy myself when my children depend on my strong arms to hold them.
Dear Anorexia - you are an old, familiar face, but you are no friend of mine. You are not welcome here. I am so much more than you want me to believe I am. I am fearfully and wonderfully made, and I will live my life in the light of that knowledge. You and I are over. Stop calling my name.
Not Sick Anymore