It’s what’s inside that counts.”
This cliché was integral to my eating disorder recovery in 1999, when I learned to focus less on my body and accept it.
In 2007, I found myself pregnant and reliving pieces of my recovery all over again. Pregnancy for me was like time travelling. I was so excited for the arrival of beautiful child and I was consumed with thoughts of my future as a mom. At the same time, as a recovered anorexic and bulimic, the symptoms kept dragging me back to the past.