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,
7 years ago today, I gave birth to my first baby, my daughter, my whole life. I was absolutely terrified for so many reasons. For one, I had never given birth before