Step One: You say, “We need to talk.” She walks, you say, “Sit down, it’s just a talk.” She smiles politely back at you. You stare politely right on through. Some sort of window to your right, as she goes left and you stay right between the lines of fear and blame. Let her know that you know best, ’cause after all, you do know best. Try to slip past her defense without granting innocence. Lay down a list of what is wrong … the things you’ve told herall along … and pray to God she hears you. I pray to God He hears you. As she begins to raise her voice, you lower yours and grant her one last choice: “Drive until you lose the road, or break with the ones you’ve followed.” She will do one of two things: She will admit to everything, or she’ll say she’s just not the same. Then you’ll begin to wonder why you came. You begin to wonder why you came. “Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend somewhere along in the bitterness, and I’d have stayed up with you all night had I known how to save a life.”
(“How To Save A Life” … Words Adapted)
If only I had known all these years that I’ve been belting these words out loud that one day they’d become the inner voice inside my head talking back to me. With that, I can’t believe that I’m finally putting this out into the Universe … but … here I am doing it anyway. As much as my own past mental health issues are multi-faceted, layered, and complicated, I’m also in my 8th year of recovery from the dragon that was my anorexia/bulimia.
With that, if you, your daughter, or anyone you know is struggling with body dysmorphia or an unhealthy relationship with food of any kind, I would love to sit down and talk with them. After all, NO ONE better understands how to live with and save herself from a dragon than someone who has done so herself.
The Diary Of My Perfection 
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