My previous post stated that I would be blogging more regularly. I have had plenty of ideas of what I would like to write about, however, I'm not sure if I'm quite ready to share the worst parts of having Body Dysmorphia. I have had some members of my family reach out to me… Continue reading Still a Process
I don’t know how many times I have said those words. I’m sorry, I can’t make it. I do know I have said it enough that people assume I will not be attending a dinner, a party, a wedding, a girls night, etc. I don’t want it to be this way. I don’t want to… Continue reading Sorry, I Can’t Make It
I haven’t blogged in awhile, mostly because this week has been a circus. But there was another reason. Lately, I have felt so defeated. Now, it is a normal feeling that when you put so much effort into something, that when is fails, you feel like you have failed as well. What happens when the… Continue reading Can We Please be Kind?
Today, I thought I would share some things that I feel like you should know. This is by no means a comprehensive list. Many of my friends and family are now following my blog. That is something that is absolutely terrifying to me. It’s hard to open up and be honest about my disorder, but… Continue reading Things I Need You to Know
It’s been a long week. It’s finally the weekend, and I get to enjoy a few days off of work. I love my work, but with all jobs there are some aspects I could do without. One of the main problems is that work doesn’t stay at work. I bring it home and work many… Continue reading The Small Things are Amazing
When I was 10 years old, I started dieting. When I was 14 years old I started extreme dieting to the point of starving myself for the sake of looking ‘beautiful.’ I don’t want to share this part of my life, but I feel that it is important to start at the beginning. I grew… Continue reading Was There a Beginning? Part 1
I am an extremely private person. I have always felt that I should only share the absolute bare minimum with any information. I have always felt that people would take the information I tell and use it against me in some manner. After speaking with my therapist, this is an irrational thought that I… Continue reading My Own Worst Enemy
I’m 27 years old. Three and a half years ago, I finally found out why I behave irrationally. I have been diagnosed with Body Dysmorphia Disorder. Some days I can cope with it, other days I pretend I don’t have it. I’ll refuse to acknowledge its existence...hence, the irrational behavior. When I was little, my… Continue reading Why Now?