I am 12 years old wearing only a pair of underwear. My mother is making me stand in front of a mirror. I am mortified.
She asks me what I see...I roll my eyes, pinch the skin on my belly and say ,"I see fat and frumpy, Happy?"
She sees frail and fragile, hears my sarcasm and is frightened.
We are both looking at the same thing...my almost naked body, yet we see completely different things, have different emotions and think different thoughts
I am feeling awkward, angry, embarrassed and mixed up, while my mom is terrified and troubled. She has been watching me slowly disappear in front of her eyes. Unsure if where to turn next.
Anorexia Nervosa was the diagnosis. Virtually unknown to most 1975.
It took 3 years of counseling, a month in a hospital and lots of tears shed before the Poirier dinner table was not a war zone.
Food and exercise have been the coach and the quarterback throughout my life. Calories counted, exercise logged, scale down=worthy and happy, scale up=depressed and ugly.
It has been only over the last few years that I have finally accepted and appreciated what my body has done for me.
It can throw like a boy, it played college sports, fought fires, climbed and repelled off ferris wheels, competed in body building shows, run marathons, delivered 2 babies naturally and twins via c-section, climbed mountains and swam in oceans....
What is on your BODY ACCOMPLISHMENT LIST?
My body has done amazing things...why have I hated it so much and treated it so poorly? It is time for me to respect and love my body, JUST THE WAY IT IS! Perfect for me!