
Now last week I explained how indoctrinated I was with shame for my body and for self-expression in terms of my wardrobe and moving my body in terms of dance. If you haven’t read that post yet, I’d encourage you to do so before reading this one. Just click here to open it in a new tab. It got to such a fever pitch that I became unable to feed myself sufficiently and avoided looking beautiful out of fear and shame, but I had started to try to pull out of this miserable place, for my own good. And this is where we pick up today. I had started recovery from my eating disorder, and therapy to try to help me make new mental connections and progress toward my goal of self-acceptance.
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