Dear Eating Disorder, I Can't Erase You
Originally posted on Huffington Post Dear Eating Disorder, I can't erase you. You are inextricably linked to my past, uncomfortably tied to my heart, and unpleasantly weaved into what used to be. I close my eyes, but there are reminders everywhere. A friend points to her stomach and says she's getting fat. Her voice begins to fade as I remember. I spend a few too many minutes looking at my reflection, trying on clothes, fussing with my hair. I walk away as I begin to remember
What I Learned From Spending 44 Days on Hospitalized Bed Rest
44 days, 88 nurse shift changes, and two babies later. In the beginning it wasn’t so bad. The concept was still novel and I remember thinking, “Hey, this isn’t the worst thing that could happen. I just get to lie here all day and let people serve me food. I’m tired of coming up with dinner ideas anyway. Win!” Clearly I had never experienced hospital food before - or being confined to an uncomfortable bed for nearly two months. It wasn’t long before reality set in. One room. O
