Redefining Beauty

Recently, I was looking through my stuff from Selah House. I found this poem that I wrote for a body image group assignment in which we were assigned to redefine our definition of beauty. It's not a literary masterpiece by any means (disclaimer: I am just now taking a poetry writing class), but I wanted... Continue Reading →


My Hopes for 2018

For the past nine years, my new year’s resolutions have always involved losing weight, dieting, or increasing my exercise routine. This year, I’m not making any resolutions about this, and it’s a recovery victory for me. Honestly, I’m not really making an resolutions this year. For me, a recovering perfectionist, new year’s resolutions really just... Continue Reading →

Reflections on 2017

During my time being home over Christmas break, I have taken some time to reflect on this past year. I have been reading over my journal from last spring, and through doing this I truly realized how much change- physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually- this year has held for me. Early in 2017, my days... Continue Reading →

Waiting in Darkness

Depression. Honestly, I used to be so scared of it, and then I denied that I struggled with it for a long time. How could I be able to find the positive in things and still feel depressed? Why did everyone always tell me I was so joyful if I was depressed? I didn’t think... Continue Reading →

Thankfulness and Faithfulness

  Thanksgiving can be a very stressful holiday for someone in recovery from an eating disorder. The food is overwhelming, and the day often holds many other anxiety-provoking and triggering situations. I have been trying to combat some of this anxiety in part by focusing on the meaning of the holiday- celebrating what we are... Continue Reading →

Radical Acceptance

If you know me, you know that I ask A LOT of questions. If you’re my family, you clearly remember the time I asked as a child “what’s a bush?” So, in the first two sentences of this post we’ve established that I ask a lot of questions, especially stupid ones. Okay, that’s it for... Continue Reading →

Fear of Freedom

“If I learn to care about myself, will I still care about others? Will people still like me if a recovered me is different than the old me? If I don’t obsessively have to have everything ‘just right’ will I still be me? If I’m not worried about making others happy all the time will... Continue Reading →

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