Over the course of a few years, I learned how to knock down the impossible standards I’d once set for myself.
I learned that there was no such thing as the perfect diet and that a “perfect” diet was really a mask for an eating disorder.
I didn’t need to have food lists or rules, just a general understanding of what worked for my body. I trusted that my body would serve me if I listened to and respected it.
Most importantly, I realized that perfection was an illusion. I realized I was trying to control the uncontrollable. I thought that having everything in its place would lessen my anxiety. That if everything in my life was perfect, everyone else would see me as flawless and likable. Neither was true.Read More