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Everyone looks forward to Spring Break, right? The kids areout of school. It’s time for a trip to the beach with the family.The getaway we’ve waited for all winter. Dinners out. No cooking.Settle in with a good book and suddenly… I’m faced with reality.There’s no way I can squeeze into that two-piece bathing suit Icame across yesterday, because I have an eating disorder.
Food is something I’d struggled with long before I became amother of three. Food was an escape for me when I was ateenager. I could bury my insecurities, feed my teenage anxieties,suppress my fears of not fitting in or being part of the in crowd.But as I began gaining weight and my high school classmateswould look at me walking down the hall, talking about mebehind my back, I became anorexic. I wanted the perfect body.I wanted to be attractive to the boys. I wanted to be one ofthe popular girls.
Suddenly all these memories came rushing back and I wasoverwhelmed with the thought of a week at the beach, a lessthan perfect body, and my husband wondering why I was spendingso much time in the room. Did I want my three daughters to gothrough the utter despair I faced every day? Did I want them todevelop an unhealthy relationship with food? Did I want them tothink their bodies weren’t perfect enough? Absolutely not!
I knew then and there I had to face my disorder. I knew I couldn’tdo it alone. So I did one of the toughest things I’ve ever done in my life.I sat down with my family one evening after dinner and shared myproblem and my past with them for two of the most grueling hoursI’d ever faced. I cried. They cried. My husband held my hand as Iexplained what it had been like. My daughters gathered round meand hugged me. And I never felt so afraid, so utterly hopeless, yet sounbelievably supported and loved.
And then I asked my family if they would make one of the biggestsacrifices they could possibly make for this Spring Break. Could weput the trip to the beach on hold until I got myself into a programwhere I could get the help I needed to overcome this terribleemotional strain I’d been carrying with me all of these years.
There was the longest moment of silence. I didn’t know what toexpect because I knew everyone was looking forward to this weekaway. My husband turned to the girls and he said, “To be fair,let’s take a vote. Everyone in favor raise their hands.” At first, thegirls hesitated. And then my oldest raised her hand. And she wasjoined by my other two daughters. And my husband raised his handand they all held me for one of the most incredible moments of myentire life. At last I was going to have the chance to become the motherand person I always wanted to be.
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