“I am beginning to measure myself in strength, not pounds. Sometimes in smiles.” – Laurie Halse Anderson Recovery from an eating disorder is scary. Really scary. And hard.
But I’m getting there, one tiny step at a time.
In 2014, my uncle Dale passed away unexpectedly. He was the first person I ever told about my struggles with distorted eating.
His birthday is March 1st, and the daffodil is the March birth flower.
The stem in this tattoo is the eating disorder recovery symbol.
I’m not gonna lie, I’m struggling right now.
I keep reminding myself though that recovery isn’t linear. There are going to bad days, maybe even bad weeks, or months, but it all depends on how you bounce back and decide to carry on.
Having this tattoo will be a constant reminder that I have an angel watching over me and that recovery is possible.
Although I’m not there yet, I’m working my ass off to get there.
written by amanda