Hope After Holidays- What I’ve Learned About Myself And the Holidays, And Why I’m More Thankful

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What I’ve Learned About Myself And the Holidays, And Why I’m More Thankful

 

Dear Readers,

A sufferer from Texas relapsed and went into hospital for ruptured stomach and low levels of potassium in body. This year Holidays were bit too much for her. She was in recovery but some days were just too heavy for her. It was one party after the other and she simply lost control, too much food, and too much restricted diet prior to holidays just simply made her snap when she saw tables piled very high with festive foods. The problem is with ED we’ll have many periods of remission, some of them quiet lengthy, punctuated by recurrences. The imprint of ED experience can affect some sufferers for rest of their lives.  Families and Friends need to be mindful of these times and really do their best to help the sufferer. Holidays are a time to spread love, joy and happiness and it’s so sad how so many victims of ED simply look at Holidays with dread and fear. At the end, they simply give in, and sometimes this giving in has lots of consequences for emotional and physical health. Lots of prayers for her recovery please.

Holidays are not over yet, so I am keeping everyone in my prayers. Rabb Khair.

 

Relapse over Holidays

If you’ve relapsed then please forgive yourself. In words of Matthew Manning, “there is still a child within you that is growing and learning and is bound to make some mistakes. Allow yourself to be imperfect, let the mistakes go, forgive yourself, and love yourself. You cannot always control the things that affect you, but you can control the affect they have on you.”

 

Whatever you do, do NOT hate yourself. Sometimes Your ED behaviors feelings can turn into anger hatred yourself. Self-hatred is a common cause of relapse and submitting to the slavery of demon of ED. Let it go. Remember that the guilt, self hatred you feel is producing harmful chemicals in your body and is probably affecting your view of the life as a whole. It will not change the past, but it’s having an impact on your present. Release yourself from the shackles of yesterday.

On the other note, I would like to share this article with our readers. I found this very inspiring and it’s from The Body is Not an Apology.

 

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[Image description: The photograph shows the author, a white woman with shoulder-length straight brown hair and brown eyes. She is wearing a green sweater and a pendant, and she is looking to the side with a slight smile on her face.]

 

Like many people, I’m mid-journey. Not only am I working my way past hazards and potholes in my holiday season, but I’m also in the process of making my way fully to unconditional, unapologetic love for myself. Like a lot of people, I find that the holidays compound the dangers and detours that I feel I need to be watchful of.

Over the last few years, I’ve become an active participant in the positive body image and fat activism movement, and I’m nothing if not a believer. I advocate, I talk, I write; I’ve even had a few “strongly worded debates” about the necessary act of loving yourself and your body. I know the emotional healing, the physical health benefits, and the experiential life improvements that are fostered by feeling joy about yourself and your body. And yet, this time of year is still a struggle for me.

During the years preceding my body confidence and self-love journey, the holidays were a combination of stress, anxiety, depression, and self-loathing. I know that doesn’t sound very festive, but what the holidays translated into for me included obligations, trying to meet unrealistic expectations, and dealing with things both said and left unsaid about my body. From my point of view, I could never do it right, look right, or BE right. The holidays were a public venue of shame and failure shoved into shiny clothes and fake smiles.

That’s not to say that there weren’t good parts… but for me, the pressure I felt between the good parts was exhausting and damaging to the way I saw myself. I couldn’t look in the mirror and see anything other than “unacceptable,” and so I hid. I went into hiding either by avoiding events or by hiding in plain sight in an intoxicated haze that allowed me to stop thinking. I believed the self-proclaimed premise that I was too big, too off-beat, too much. Lizabeth, she doesn’t fit in: spirit, mind and especially not body.

I knew deep down that I was worth less than all the other people around me who seemed to love the events, the hectic rushing and, most of all, themselves. I honestly believed they believed it too, though in retrospect, I doubt I took up that much head space for anyone but me.

I only got “concerned trolled” by a few family members because of my size, but I actively participated in shaming myself on everyone’s behalf. I slunk around the edges of each gathering like a voyeur trying to “fit in” and yet be invisible, constantly critical of my soft parts, or my un-glamorous hair, or my smile-lined face.

And then came the season when I dreaded the thought of another holiday season so much that I knew I had to make a change. It’s not as simple as that – nothing ever is – but I realized I could not live with the dismal way I felt about myself anymore. I had to figure out a way to find value in myself and love for my body (and this is key) without comparing it to any other body or person.

I had to learn to love what I am, in the body that I live in, and that I have value simply because I exist. Beyond that, and maybe hardest to absorb, I had to figure out how to break the social binds that told/tell me it’s not okay to do these things. I had to learn, and believe to my very soul, that my body is my home and that I deserve to love it. I had to struggle with the idea that to hate the way I look or to compare myself to anyone else is profoundly disrespectful to the very nature of my self and others.

I am not okay in comparison to… I am not working on being like… I am a work in progress, but that is a journey to self, not a journey to shape.

So, having learned these things, why do I still struggle when the holidays roll around? Because in my private life, in my home, in my small world, I am not challenged by the idea of other people’s criticism. I can sit at dinner with my spouse, and he won’t sling barbs at me or concern troll me. My dog has zero interest in my size or shape; all she cares about is that I’m on call for treats at her whim. When I’m at an event it’s because I’ve been invited or because I am with others who do this work, I’m in good company. And since I mostly work from home, depending on the weather, I might be in sweats, underwear, or a towel, if I like. When I’m not on display, I don’t have assumptions that anyone is in conflict with the body confidence that I’ve built.

The holidays come with special challenges for many of us . For me, it’s the social obligations. That’s where I find I have the hardest time, and for the most part, it’s not about “them.” It’s about the most dangerous person I have dealt with in the past. It’s about me and the inner thoughts that cut me down – the ones that know exactly what to say to strip me of my confidence and pride, the voices of shame and comparison that come from within me before they come from anyone else – and they are dangerous because they open the door to believing things said and left unsaid.

I’m thankful this year that I know these things about myself and that I can actively work on them as I go through the next several weeks of invitations, obligations, and “festivities.” I will be actively doing mirror work on a daily basis (looking objectively, not comparatively, at my body and generating thanks for each independent part); I will be taking time to find clothes that make me feel pretty, or comfy, or happy; I will spend at least an hour every day reinforcing the body love and body confidence messages I know by surfing to places like The Body is Not An Apology, or VirgieTovar.com, or Dances With Fat, or Fat in the City, or the Militant Baker. I’ll journal, I’ll give myself a pedicure, and I might even buy myself a small gift. I’ve been good this year, and I deserve the person who spends the most time with me to reaffirm that: Me.

I hope that your holiday season is filled with more opportunities than obligations, and that your sense of self is strong. I hope your first and last action each day is to hug yourself and be thankful, because your love and your thanks is what mean the most in the long run.

[Headline image: The photograph shows a white woman with long red hair. She is wearing a white sweater, and white scarf and holding a small light in her hands.  She is standing outdoors in front of a snow covered tree.]

Lizabeth Wesely-Casella is a weight stigma prevention advocate and a binge eating disorder expert.  She works in Washington, DC as a coalition builder and speaker addressing the impact that size discrimination has on communities and industry as well as the profound effect weightism has on those with eating disorders, especially binge eating disorder (BED).  

As a speaker, Lizabeth blends science, humor, and cultural wisdom to engage her audience, creating a clear understanding of where health disconnects from body shape and that neither impact personal value or character.  Lizabeth also connects the dots between weight discrimination as a civil rights issue and the negative consequences to our economy, education, and workforce by drawing from current events in today’s news.

Lizabeth leads the Weight Stigma Stakeholders Group, a coalition of industry professionals dedicated to addressing weight stigma and discrimination in policy, government, industry, and education.  

Lizabeth’s weight stigma prevention advocacy has allowed her to speak in the Senate, on film, and in radio. Her advocacy work has impacted program design from college campuses to the White House in an effort to prevent weight bias and stigma in programs including Let’s Move!.

Lizabeth lives in Washington DC with her loving husband and spectacularly spoiled dog Noodle.  Please follow her on blog at LizabethWesely-Casella.com, on Twitter @LizabethCasella and on Facebook at Lizabeth Wesely-Casella (www.facebook.com/LizabeththeAdvocate).

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Islam and Eating Disorders founded in 2012 – run by Maha Khan, the blog creates awareness of Eating Disorders in the Muslim world, offers information and support for sufferers and their loved ones.

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