I used to be bigger…. I was 130lbs… I played hard, I jumped high, I danced my heart out, and I really loved brownies.

Then I was in a relationship and life circumstances that drove me into depression, anxiety, and an outrageous eating disorder.

After nearly two years of being tiny (at one point I was under 86lbs…) I am desperately trying to find my way back to my bigger self… Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. Find the woman who was… whole.

Growth of body. Growth of faith. Growth of trust… may I continue to move into the body and that existence again fearlessly, but may we also find contentment in our smallness that we are not forgotten, unseen, or unheard. We ARE women….here, living, loving, moving, growing.

I’ve always been on the bigger side. My mother is very petite. When I was about twelve and still bigger in every way possible than her I spanned her waist with my hand and said “Wow. You’re so thin.” She said “How does it make you feel when somebody says you’re fat? That’s how I feel when you call me thin.” Of course, my comment was meant to be a compliment but, it to this day still makes me think before I open my mouth. To that point it had never occurred to me that thin people could be insecure about their weight. The lesson she taught me is that because someone’s struggle is different than our own doesn’t make it any lesser.

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