Turning Struggle into Strength: Breaking the Mental Health Stigma

                          

I truly thought I would die feeling the way I always felt: addicted to food, hating my body, and truly thinking it was all my fault. It made perfect sense in my struggling. self-hating mind. I was the one binge eating. I was the one unable to maintain a “good weight.” I was failing to meet any of my expectations.

Not Yet a Woman - Forging Identity from Scrutiny

                      

My instinct when asked about my eating disorder is to mystify my “heroic journey” to recovery. Through snarky and impactful commentary, I often simplify the root of my mental disorder to avoid difficult questions. However, a key yet disregarded, element to my story is that for a very long time, I didn’t want to be a woman.

3 Lessons Learned from A Lifetime of Body Image Issues

                                         

TRIGGER WARNING: the following material may be triggering for some individuals - please read with caution.

I’m no expert on body image. Nor have I suffered from an eating disorder. I’m just a man antagonized by body image issues all my life.

Along the way, I learned some life lessons. I hope those suffering as I do will find them useful.

 

The Elephant

                                                          Image Credit: UnSplash

I fear that I am the elephant

And not because of the majestic size of my body, or the beautiful wrinkles of my skin

But the elephant in the room

Why My Grade 8 Class Eats Vegetables

                    

As children we learned about “good” food and “bad” food. We still use language that includes words like “healthy” and “junk” and “crap” and “bad.” We were told what to eat and what not to eat. Moreover, the multibillion dollar diet industry has given us a vocabulary around food and eating that focuses on shame, blame, and deprivation.

The Role of Self Care

Let me tell you something.  I HATE self care…. or at least I thought I did.  The idea of self care was introduced to me when I first entered therapy over a decade ago and I dismissed it without a second thought. “I don’t need self care,” I would say to myself. ” It isn’t important, it’s indulgent, I don’t deserve it, and it certainly won’t help.”  This was my stance for years and years as I refused to do it whenever suggested.

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