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1:35 p.m. - 03/04/03 MONDAY: This week, I want you to know that you�re loved. ~ TUESDAY: BILL OF RIGHTS You have the right to need anything at anytime. "The healthy and strong individual is the one who asks for help when he needs it. Whether he's got an abscess on his knee or in his soul." -Rona Barrett You have the right to use your voice. You have the right to be safe at all times. You have the right to feel and express any emotion. You have the right to love and be loved in a manner that nourishes you. You have the right to love yourself. You have the right to add to this list. ~ WEDNESDAY: (after a short explanation of how exhausted I was, my excuse for plagiarism...) You're Aging Well Why is it that as we grow older and stronger So I'm going to steal out with my paint and brushes They say Well I know a woman with a collection of sticks "We're so glad that you finally made it here Now when I was fifteen, oh, I knew it was over And all I could eat was the poisonous apple She turned round the corner with music around her, "I'm so glad that you finally made it here *** Phenomenal Woman* Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I walk into a room Men themselves have wondered But they can't touch Now you understand *of course, we're happy to celebrate with, and raise awareness for, phenomenal men as well. ;) *** "I'm ok at the right sort of angle/ and you're ok, in the right sort of light/ and we don't look like pages from a magazine, but that's alright." -Ani DiFranco "i got more and more to do/ i got less and less to prove/ it took me too long to realize/ that i don't take good pictures/ cuz i have the kind of beauty/ that moves." -Ani DiFranco "The quest to be beautiful is not worth the beauty of a human life." -Stephanie Lewis ~ THURSDAY: I needed a voice. I needed to feel safe. I needed support. I needed to deal with my feelings. I needed an identity worthy of attention. I needed to trust myself. I have needs. ** "Turn your wounds into wisdom." "I have woven a parachute out of everything broken." "Challenges come so we can grow and be prepared for things we are not equipped to handle now. When we face our challenges with faith, prepared to learn, willing to make changes, and if necessary, to let go, we are demanding our power be turned on." ~ FRIDAY: (this may look a little familar) [IT'S NOT/ IT IS: THE EATING DISORDER] It's not an eating disorder; it's a shame/ control/ power/ scarcity/ abandonment/ identity/ inferiority disorder that plays out- in part- through my food. It's not about food or weight or calories; it's about safety and emotions and self. It's not about trying to self-destruct; it's about not knowing how to stay safe. It's not about being controlling; it's a lack of understanding my own power. It's not about judging others; it's an ingrained tendency to judge myself. It's not about looking like a fashion model; it's about what I see when I look at myself. It's not ignorance about the danger of this disease; it's not knowing how to deal with urgent, everyday danger. It's not thinking I'm better than anyone else; it's trying to be anywhere near that good. It's not having glorified thinness; it's having dehumanized myself. It's not that I don't need your help; it's that I haven't learned how to feel safe having needs. :: [IT'S NOT/ IT IS: RECOVERY] It's not struggling because life or illness is too hard; it's struggling because I refuse to quit fighting until I've won. It's not falling back into old behavior; it's examining the past with new wisdom. It's not doing the same things over again; it's feeling the emotions that come after a trigger. It's not going easy on myself; it's believing I, too, deserve to be treated gently and with love. It's not pushing people out of my life; it's choosing to advocate for myself and let them help me the way I most need. It's not taking too much from others; it's allowing those who love me to show it. It's not being a bad friend; it's being honest about my own needs. It's not about having no way to cope; it's about choosing to do nothing until I know a better way than what has failed me in the past. It's not about whether or not I'm eating; it's about whether or not I'm feeling, whether or not I'm safe in every sense of the word. It's not about the number on the scale, the nutrition information, or the test; it's about the sum of everything I am. It's about beauty which cannot be enumerated. :: "To have an Eating Disorder is to have a disease of the self-esteem, and to have a broken coping mechanism. Eating Disorders are about being addicted to a behavior that makes it easy to temporarily forget problems and feelings of depression and self hate, stress and anxiety, guilt and pressure. Just like alcohol is a symptom of alcoholism, food is a symptom of Anorexia, Bulimia or Compulsive Overeating. The real issues are hidden away in each sufferer�s heart and mind." -Amy Medina (co-founder of www.somethingfishy.org) "There is a brokenness out of which comes the unbroken. There is a shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable. There is a sorrow beyond all grief which leads to joy; and a fragility out of whose depths emerges strength. There is a hollow space too vast for words through which we pass with each loss, out of whose darkness we are sanctioned into being." -Rashani ~ SATURDAY: this one starts off more than a little disturbing. it's two parts, the first of which was written in the deepest valley of my illness. so please please, if you would rather not go there right now, don't. often, I'm better off not going there either. ::huggle:: ... there are so many confusing gray areas in recovery, which is hard for someone as accustomed to black-and-white, all-or-nothing, dichotomous thinking as I am. for instance, how can I be grateful for recovery when I hate the illness (from which I recover) so much? I wouldn't be in recovery if I hadn't gotten sick. or how about the "did it save my life" issue. I lost all but the physical part of my life to this illness, but I don't know how else I would have survived with the minimal set of tools I had at that point. lots of gray. so in the midst of that, a very little clarity is much appreciated. the one bit of clarity I have is that I am so much better off now than I was then. that is something almost impossible not to recognize. the following two poems represent my thinking when I was very sick, and my thinking a few weeks ago. :) again, reader discretion on the first one is advised. ... ATrophy.
it's quarter to two on a sunday morning
she slips off her sandals, runs her hands through her hair
tonight as she stood near a corner clothes rack
the stick-figure champion holds a hanger to the light
still sunday's drawing nearer, so she slips into her car
she slips off her sandals, runs her hands through her hair
after half a diet soda, she crawls into bed
too sick and too healthy, too heavy, too light ... When I wrote this, I had very little sense of identity beyond the idea of myself as worthless, poisoned, no good. I couldn't even write in the first person. The part of this poem which really hits me, and the reason I chose it in particular out of a few contenders, is that it tries to show the real battle one feels inside an eating disorder. The ed makes lots of promises about how life will be better on such-and-such a condition. You'll be fine so long as you do this. You'll be happy as soon as you... et cetera. So outside, I had people telling me, "You won't be happy until you recover" and inside, I heard, "You won't be happy until you [reach a certain weight/ eat less/ purge/ exercise more etc]." I was left extremely confused. What I can see now is how empty the ed's promises are (no pun intended.) You'll always be ok after one more skipped meal, one more purge, one more hour on the treadmill. You never get to look at why you aren't ok right now. You never get to believe in yourself. Oddly enough, in recovery - which you might think would focus on what you can become (and to some extent, does) you end up giving precedent to what-is-right-now. You look at how you feel, how you are, who you are in that exact moment, and the focus on change is not to fix yourself. It's to fix all of those things which keep you from being yourself... ... So who am I? As of a few weeks ago... Paradox.
I am not a statistic
& at any moment I am
and yes, I've come so far
or possibly, I'm mild
I contradict the same rules I impose ... Between the two, not a hard choice to make, hey? :) Of course, this life is as always a work-in-progress. Speaking in writer's terms, I still have quite a bit of the first mindset to revise. �Oh, she takes care of herself/ She can wait if she wants/ She's ahead of her time/ Oh, and she never gives out/ And she never gives in/ She just changes her mind.� -Billy Joel check out: That I Would Be Good ~ SUNDAY: It's the last day of (the US) Eating Disorder Awareness Week! So of course I'm going to tell you that you can fight ignorance all year long. Promote real understanding of this illnes, dismantle stereotypes, offer love in place of stigma. It will mean more than I can articulate to more (people) than you can know. ... In the journey for self-healing and -discovery, there are many teachers, wise ones, and gurus to whom we can choose to lend an ear. Not all of them make their way onto the self-help shelf. Today's mail is in tribute to one such individual, Mr. Fred Rogers, with great gratitude for his hand in my own developmental process. I do believe his words on life and growth are as important now as they were when we heard them as children. (All quotes found at pbskids.org - which also has a section where you can send a letter in tribute, in case anyone is interested...) ... Little by little we human beings are confronted with situations that give us more and more clues that we aren't perfect. As human beings, our job in life is to help people realize how rare and valuable each one of us really is, that each of us has something that no one else has�or ever will have�something inside that is unique to all time. It's our job to encourage each other to discover that uniqueness and to provide ways of developing its expression. If only you could sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; how important you can be to people you may never even dream of. There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person. Something we all need in order to feel the fullness of life: It's not only a sense that we belong on our planet, but also that we belong in other people's lives�that we are loved, lovable, and capable of loving. A friend of mine made a calligraphy scroll that I have framed in my writing room. It reads: "The greatest gift one can give to another person is a deeper understanding of life and the ability to love and believe in the self." We'd all like to feel self-reliant and capable of coping with whatever adversity comes our way, but that's not how most human beings are made. It's my belief that the capacity to accept help is inseparable from the capacity to give help when our turn comes to be strong. People have said "Don't cry" to other people for years and years, and all it has ever meant is "I'm too uncomfortable when you show your feelings: Don't cry." I'd rather have them say, "Go ahead and cry. I'm here to be with you." Feelings are "mentionable," and whatever is "mentionable" can be more manageable. Whether we're children or adults, adding to our emotional vocabulary can often add to our ability to cope with what we're feeling. Using words to describe what's inside helps remind us that what we're experiencing is human...and mentioning our feelings to others can make those feelings more manageable. Often, problems are knots with many strands, and looking at those strands can make a problem seem different. When you combine your own intuition with a sensitivity to other people's feelings and moods, you may be close to the origins of valuable human attributes such as generosity, altruism, compassion, sympathy, and empathy. I recently learned that in an average lifetime a person walks about sixty-five thousand miles. That's two and half times around the world. I wonder where your steps will take you. I wonder how you'll use the rest of the miles you're given. It's not the honors and the prizes and the fancy outsides of life which ultimately nourish our souls. It's the knowing that we can be trusted, that we never have to fear the truth, that the bedrock of our very being is good stuff. That's what makes growing humanity the most potentially glorious enterprise on earth. ... Thanks to all of you for letting me share my part of that enterprise this week. It's something quite wonderful, to have a voice and people who will hear it. Take care, all of you! ~ chord � � |