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.
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.
After my second child was born, my neighbor asked if he could plant a pear tree in my yard to mate with his pear tree. It was perfect because I was struggling with what to do with my sons placenta, and it just clicked,