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  • Recovery Diary 2/09/19

    I’m 13 hours ahead of everyone back home. Saturday is ending, while in Chicago the sun just came up. Time is a warped concept that leaves me feeling upside down and backwards, never quite knowing what to make of its strange and twisted factors. The half-moon is in three days. The tides are slowly receding […]
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  • Recovery Diary 2/6/19

    My workspace today was a café carved out of a rocky hill overlooking the crystal clear ocean, which was lined with longboats and palms trees. The café was warm, but between my coffee frappe and the sea breeze I was comfortable. My stomach was full of smoothies, French fries, club sandwiches, and contentment. About two […]
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  • Self Acceptance: A Stepping Stone Toward Self-Love

    Words by: Zoe Spiers. Follow more of her journey on her Instagram, @boporecoverywarrior.    One of the best things that can happen to someone is when they stumble across the body positive and anti-diet community. This is a community where societal pressures to be a particular kind of ‘beautiful’ are eradicated and a spectrum of all kinds […]
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  • Recovery Diary 01/11/19

    Sometimes life takes you in its grips, twirls you around, and leaves you dazed and confused about what day, time, or month you are living in. I haven’t written consistently in two months or so, and I feel this intense loosening of my spirit. Disconnection has become a consistent friend. My legs feel as if […]
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  • Recovery Diary 10/29/18

    Stick with it. It gets better. Trust me. -Note to self Everything is different moment by moment. Things peak and then crash each time I open my mouth to breathe. My lungs are unstable pipe bombs that vacillate between filling with fire or cotton, leaving me to either breathe out sparks or clouds. Waking up […]
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  • What Comfort Zone?

    Words by: Gracie Mayer Nothing about our friendship has ever been conventional. I met Morgan at Insight Behavioral Health Eating Disorder Partial Hospitalization Program. To be honest we didn’t talk a whole lot. I was gregarious and cracked jokes to distract myself from the fact that my life stopped yet again to go to treatment. […]
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