7 Ways to Be Kind to Yourself
Have you ever noticed how easy it is to be kind to other people ? To lift them up, compliment them, and…
Have you ever noticed how easy it is to be kind to other people ? To lift them up, compliment them, and…
“When I was young I was invincible, I find myself now thinking twice, I never thought about no future, it’s just a…
a.m., the alarm goes off, your eyes pop open, and the first thing you do is check your email, scroll through your…
e must ask ourselves why we do the things we do. Do we run long distances and show up to the gym…
We have all of these practices that we do because we know they make us feel better. Healing is our goal. We…
I know a young woman who recently decided to admit herself into another treatment center. She is allowed to have internet access…
I first felt fat when I was 5. For a long time, I thought it was me. After years of working in…
mbitious, committed and passionate. These are the words I use to describe the women of Project HEAL. I have had the pleasure…
“I didn’t eat breakfast, but it wasn’t restricting behavior because I was having a spiritual experience. God told me that he was…
Having an eating disorder can make you feel like you’re a head that’s dragging around a body. It’s very common to feel…
Connecting with your inner strength will make you feel powerful and provide you with the courage and motivation needed to reclaim your unique self and connect with your inner goddess. How? By allowing yourself to take time and be open to all that’s inside, all that is masked by the ugly lies of your eating disorder. To practice to connect with your true self I share a beautiful poem written by Julie Norman, an amazing nutrition counselor, yoga teacher and body image guru helping women to find back peace and empowerment.
I am really excited to share this poem written by Danna Faulds, who is an amazing poet and dedicated practitioner of Kripalu Yoga. The first time I read one of her poems I was going through recovery of my eating disorder. My heart was locked, my mind was blank, and my soul was completely lost. In my journey, I started to do yoga and learn about mindfulness, both of which were very helpful in connecting with my body, but it was not until I read this poem that it seemed like all of the pieces were falling together.
I’m a hard worker. I’m also a perfectionist, and the combination of these two qualities unfortunately means that I also tend to overburden myself. This was especially true of me while I was in University. I took full course loads, joined two clubs, was in student government, had a part time job, worked out regularly, and still took on additional side projects whenever I could. The result was often that I ran myself ragged; all-nighters and 40-hour weeks in the library turned into anxiety attacks and sickness without fail.
A package arrived at my doorstep in a familiar box. But I didn’t recognize it right away. And so it sits there,…