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A Vessel for Beauty

I remember walking down the halls of my middle school and looking at the body of my friends compared to my own. I began to believe that somehow theirs was more beautiful than mine.
I carried those beliefs into womanhood, and through my childbearing years, I always compared myself to others. My pain of my perceived unworthiness turned into an obsessively controlling relationship with food and deep disdain of my body.
And then, 7 years ago... I said ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!
After a violent binge and purge session, I picked myself up off the floor, walked into addiction recovery, hired a therapist and did the hard work required to take back my life.
This decision has continued to pay dividends of joy beyond my wildest dreams. Seeing my own beauty for the very first time is a gift that I carry with me every single day.
My body is a vessel for beauty.
When I LOVE MY BODY and treat it with the deepest of reverence, an amazing thing happens. It seems to love me right back.

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