Confessions of an Abusive Emotional Eater

The author, Tree Franklyn, at home. Happy, healthy and potato chip free. "You're ugly," I told myself as I looked in the full-length mirror. As if that wasn't enough to crush my spirit, I added, "and fat too." It had become my morning ritual: to look in the mirror and express a cruelty toward myself that I would never express toward another living or dead being. I must've been doing it for so long that I forgot I was even doing it. It had become an unconscious habit, like turning off the stove when you're done cooking. Sometimes you get to work and wonder if you turned it off and you replay the morning through your mind, but you don't remember because it's so automatic, you don't even think about it anymore, you just do it. And then your mind starts racing and you worry that you might return home to a charred pile of burnt memories. Whether it was turning off the stove in the kitchen or emotionally mutilating myself in the bathroom mirror, most of the time, I didn't even notice I was doing either. But you can bet I felt it, every single time, without fail. You can bet a part of me shrunk into a tiny ball of massive shame discarded like a piece of lint picked off someone's sweaty gym sock. As a Highly Sensitive Person, I feel EVERYTHING. And I REMEMBER every feeling. So you can bet that fragile acne-ridden 12 year old me who was teased in the school cafeteria for having a face that looked like the pizza on her plate felt it. You can bet that dreamy 22 year ...
Source: Healthy Living - The Huffington Post - Category: Consumer Health News Source Type: news