Everyone needs to remember this. We will stumble and we will fall flat on our faces. With eating disorders, we often need to give up the idea of being perfect in some way. We’re told time and time again that no one is perfect, so why would recovery be perfect?
Recovery is far from a straight line. No matter how many times you’ve restarted recovery, you will find loops and swirls. There will be times when you don’t know which end is up.
You can leave treatment ready to fight with everything you have and a month later wonder why you are bothering to fight. That fight that you have when your recovery is the strongest never leaves you. It will get tired or worn out because recovery is a constant battle. But it is always there; always waiting to get a little extra kick to get into full gear again.
No one is perfect. No one’s recovery is perfect. Nothing is perfect. Take a deep breath; there is fulfillment in imperfection.
“Look, guys. No matter what a girl does, no matter how she’s dressed, no matter how much she’s had to drink, it’s never, never, never, never, never okay to touch her without her consent. That doesn’t make you a man, it makes you a coward.”—Vice President Joe “the BAMF” Biden, in a speech launching the federal government’s campaign to fight sexual violence on college campuses (via girl-non-grata)
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“My mother drew a distinction between achievement and success. She said that achievement is the knowledge that you have studied and worked hard and done the best that is in you. Success is being praised by others. That is nice but not as important or satisfying. Always aim for achievement and forget about success.”—Helen Hayes (via creatingaquietmind)
A few hours ago I was looking for something I reblogged around the time I first started my blog, so I looked through my oldest posts. I noticed this blog used to be good. It used to be mostly inspiration and recovery oriented. It had some humor and DIY posts for good measure, and because laughter and doing things tend to give people better moods.
[edit out a long ramble…]
I want to get this blog up and running again. I originally stopped coming on here when I both mentally and physically went to crap. It has taken a long time, but I’m doing much better (knock on wood and all that jazz; I don’t want to go back down that road again).
I don’t want to ramble, therefore, bullet points:
-My blog went horribly awry when I started following blogs devoted to Darren and Glee
-I’m unfollowing most of those blogs to get mine back on track
-I’ve been physically and mentally sub par (to say the least) for a few months, but I’m doing a lot better
-Now that I’m doing better, when I get my dash cleaned up, I’ll start up again
-When I start up again, this blog will go back to its original purpose of being positive, uplifting, and recovery oriented.
Side note: recovery includes that from depression, sexual assault, eating disorders, and anything else that makes it hard to get through the day.
“Sometimes, loving your body is not an option. Sometimes, the best we can do is accept our bodies as the changeable, beautiful, frustrating vessels they are. That’s OK. Expecting yourself to have a full-on love affair with your body at all times is asking too much. Bodies are occasionally annoying. What we can do is know them, and decide for ourselves when they feel good, and when they feel less good, and what we might do to make them feel better again. Even if we can’t love our bodies, we can make sure we don’t hate them.”—Lesley Kinzel (via heyfatchick)