My mother and her intense body image issues were projected on me from birth. I was told the moment they put me in her arms she said my thighs were just like hers, big. From that very moment, I wasn’t worthy, I wasn’t enough. My eating disorder started before I was born, it started with her. It started before her. It started with the generational trauma that just passed through all the women in my family, and it ended.. in me.
I am currently entering the phase of the year where I am most reminded of the fact that my mom died. Yes, I know, every day I am reminded that she died, but as we enter spring,
Let’s be honest here, death sucks. Death is hard and basically no one wants to talk about it. Truth be told, death is the one thing that happens to everyone, but no one is ever prepared for. After my mom died, I had my first real deep dive with death, and all it encompasses. Ultimately, I learned a few things that hopefully will help you, and I’m glad to finally be able to share it with everyone.