An Answer For Everything

Growing up my parents labeled me as defensive. No matter what I had done I always felt as though I needed to justify my actions or ideas so I wouldn’t get in trouble; I had an answer for everything. When arguments would arise between my parents and I I would yell about how the things I had done weren’t my fault…I blamed the world around me as if I was a saint and could do no wrong. You may be surprised by this, but I’m nowhere close to being of saint status. My father would tell me (and sometimes still does) that I have an excuse for everything, that my answers to all of their questions/interrogations were all made up pre-fight in order to defend myself even if I was guilty. Now in my mind I don’t like to think of my responses as excuses but more of as justifications. The word itself, justification, sounds a million times better than excuse. I guess I prefer to say I justify my thoughts and actions because it’s appropriate while an excuse puts me in the wrong…coming up with an excuse makes me feel guilty. 

I feel immense guilt about many aspects of my life. I feel guilty about all that I own, for having money, for having clothes on my back and a bed to sleep in while there are so many people who have no home, for having loving parents while children are being abused, for having a family that supports me in all I do while families all over the world are telling their members that their thoughts and beliefs are wrong, and most of all food itself makes me feel guilty but the fact that my parents can provide food for my family and I am too terrified to eat it breaks my heart. There are millions of people in the world who dream of the food supply we have in our cabinets. For me, this accessibility to food of any sorts is a nightmare. One of my goals in life is to help those around me…this includes ALL people – any race/ethnicity, size, age, gender, etc. I want to give those who are struggling, who don’t have shelter, food, clothing, families, etc. the care, support and tools they need to live long, successful, happy and healthy lives. If I intend to change the world, to give these individuals all they need to build a better life, then I need to help myself first. 

The question I am frequently asked is, “How are you going to help others if you can’t even help yourself?” My answer: I have love in my heart and believe that everyone is innately good and that gives me the faith to know I can help people even while i struggle with anorexia. Doctors have told me before that it’s common for people who avoid their own issues, who don’t help themselves to go out of their way to help others. I can see the goodness in others, I see past their actions – good or bad and recognize that everyone makes mistakes but that doesn’t make them a bad person. If I can see these characteristics in others can they see them in me? I sure as hell can’t see the goodness in myself…I view myself as a failure who is never going to be successful…oh, and on top of that I think I’m fat. I have no desire to help myself to see the love for others that I have in my heart and no desire to rid myself of anorexia but I’m starting to realize that if I am so stuck in my eating disorder that I won’t be able to complete the missions work I dream doing in the future. 

The only answer I’ve ever had for why I developed an eating disorder is because I thought and still think that I’m fat. Nobody told me I was fat, that there was anything wrong with my body I just developed these ideas on my own as a child. I feel as though I need to justify my eating disorder, the idea being that it’s acceptable to starve myself since I view myself as fat because I don’t deserve to eat and am a failure. Do you think these people who struggle to make ends meet or to put a roof over their children’s heads make a justification for not having a job or for not having the money to support their family? Do you think they tell themselves, “I don’t have to look for a job because I’m a failure” (*note that I do not view them as failures*). Just because they might view themselves as failures doesn’t give them the right to sit on their rear end and mope around. They pull themselves together and fight every day to earn a position at any office to be able to see another day. I guess what I’m trying to say is that we need to as a whole stop justifying everything, especially who we are and what we believe in, because we are afraid of judgement. 

Justification may sound better than the term excuse, but they’re almost exactly alike. A justification and an excuse are ways we try to trick ourselves into believing our thoughts and actions aren’t wrong. There is no need to have to explain why you believe something or why you behaved the way you did on a certain occasion unless you have wronged someone, even yourself. We need to stop coming up with these lame excuses and be the successful human beings we are meant to be. Put yourself out there, it’s acceptable to fail (even though articles written all over the world tell us its not) and when you do don’t come up with an excuse so you can stop trying. Everyone fails, but you need to believe in yourself, pull yourself together and keep fighting. Everyone is worthy and capable of success, and some are scared of being successful but we need to stop excusing ourselves from putting in the effort needed to succeed…we need to stop justifying our laziness or fear. We need to stop having an answer for everything and embrace the unknown. I wish I would have been able to conjure the courage to succeed when I was younger because maybe I would have been able to have done something great by now…but the past is the past and I now know that I don’t need an answer for every little thing…I don’t need to justify myself and excuse my actions.

Stop excusing yourself because you think you’ve done no wrong. If you’ve done something you aren’t proud of own up to it. If you haven’t done anything wrong you don’t need to come up with excuses – those around you will believe you.

Stop creating an answer for everything – it’s perfectly O.K. to not know things. 

Stop justifying who you are to everyone and embrace yourself for the unique and awesome person that you are.

I will get the help that I need so that I can help those struggling all around me. I will get the help that I need so I can create justice for those suffering in the world. I will get the help that I need so I can make this world a better place. I may not want this help I speak of but if i want to create change for the better all over the globe then I need to embrace failure and success and stop justifying anorexia. 

xoxo,

Larkin

My Favorite Escape: Italia

Gondoliers whisper the melodies of Italian songs as they float around the winding watery roads of Venice in between buildings ranging from shades of yellow to orange, red and coral. The aroma of Venice is something you must experience yourself, as odd as it may seem, citrus, cigarettes and espresso make the perfect scent as you walk down the cobblestone streets in search of Italian leather goods. Women in sunhats and linen clothing sit at waterfront cafes, munching on biscotti and sipping cappuccino in the early morning as the sun begins to envelope this northeastern Italian gem. Local men whistle at the foreign blonde haired women as part of their daily routine on the way to their shops for work. After exploring the open air markets and spending hours in cathedrals a gondola ride seems like the perfect way to relax and encapture the entire city. The gondola is pushed up beside concrete steps that descend into the blue-green water and a man dressed in black pants/striped shirt greets locals and visitors alike with a kind smile and “benvenuto”. The summer heat makes the black seats unbearably warm but passing up an opportunity to float under coves and seeing the true beauty of Venice is out of the question. The water smells of fish which is off putting at first but it becomes less noticeable as the ride begins. Beautiful flowers sit in front of houses lining the water. Bystanders wave as you pass by and each shop has a sign that boasts they have the best beni in all of Italy. Smokers sit on the edge of the waterway creating a musk in the air as you pass. At this instance, when the slightly sweet smell of the cigarettes hits your nose, the bad habit seems so enchanting. The Italian experience pulls visitors in and makes it so hard to leave the beautiful city. Was this all a dream? Venice seems as though it isn’t truly real because it is unlike any other city in the world. When opportunity strikes take a chance and visit this magical city on the water. The sweet sounds of the gondoliers singing will remain with you forever and that is something worth hearing. 

The Unknown

Initially the idea of turning eighteen and being dropped off at college, the closest I’ve come to the “real world”, brought me much joy. I longed all summer for move-in day, to be initiated into the University I’d be attending, and to truly start my life. I’m beyond grateful for the opportunity I have to attend SJU and am blessed to have loving parents who work hard every day to pay the ridiculous cost of tuition. There is a difference in how I felt at the end of my senior year and how I feel now after I’ve completed my first week of classes. As stated before I initially felt joy when I thought of all the new experiences I’d have in college. When I meet up with my friends on campus I still experience joy and exude slight confidence which was brought about by the acceptance by these peers. Now I feel immense stress due to uncertainty and the unknown of this new world I am now a part of. Being unsure of what area of study to major in, what clubs to join, where I fit in, or even who I am/who I want to be makes my head ache and stomach churn in a way they never have before. This isn’t the first time I’ve had these thoughts so why are they hitting me so hard right now? Is it because I am on my own now, because I’m not in the comfort of my own home with my family there to support me? Even so, how come everyone else seems so composed while I am struggling to find my way? My parents, sister, aunts and uncles and all those close to me keep reiterating that you don’t need to know what you want to do with your life as a freshman in college. My dad, for example, graduated from college as a biology major but has been working as an accountant for twenty five years. My mom is also an accountant but took some time to be a preschool teacher while my sister and I were young children. This just shows that you can achieve anything and be anything as long as you put your mind to it and work hard. Right now I am an International Business major but have been looking into switching my major to International Relations with a minor in Journalism. Majoring in IR would allow me to work in business, law, non-profit, teaching, public affairs, journalism, marketing, or I could even become a government employee or corporate executive. The range in careers that this major would offer up to me seems almost like a dream. I could travel the world completing missions work (peace corps), advocate human rights, and write articles about changing the world around us for the better. I could become an attorney and help those in need, fighting for their rights and opening up new opportunities for them. Yes, the unknown is scary but maybe it’s what truly helps us in the end. The unknown is inevitable – we just have to go along for the ride.

 

XOXO,

Larkin

New Experiences…Old Behaviors.

Week one of college classes has come to an end and to say that I am relieved is an understatement. College itself has already had its ups and downs but I have been feeling more comfortable here in Philadelphia now that I have a great group of friends. I haven’t had the best luck when it comes to friendship but I do have a few girls that I consider to be true friends back in Maryland. Anxiety and Anorexia aren’t the best mix when it comes to new experiences as i feel that I miss out on the food aspect of social situations and have to work up the courage to speak to some unfamiliar faces. I met two wonderful girls in my orientation group back in July and we have become pretty close after the past two months of getting to know each other, I met two girls while helping move other Freshman into their dorm rooms the day after we moved in, I’ve met a few people’s roommates who are so kind and today I met some guys and girls who are truly wonderful while cleaning up around the Schuylkill for a day of service. I have most definitely pushed myself out of my comfort zone in order to make some new acquaintances (dare I say some more friends) and I am can now say that when I walk around campus I feel accepted and less alone. The food on the other hand has been a real test as to how deeply I am entrenched in my eating disorder. I know I have been struggling, I need to stop denying that I am, and I am terrified that my parents are going to take me out of school, my new home and new life. I’ve never wanted recovery and although I lie to my loved ones and confess that I want to fight the voices in my mind I know I don’t really wish to ever do that. Treatment didn’t help me other than to force weight gain and I know that going back will not be my saving grace. If I don’t want to get better than I will never get better. I have to want to fight this disorder in order to partially recover and I have no idea when in life I am going to realize that I am harming myself to the point that I could eventually die. I say partial recovery because I do not believe in full recovery from an eating disorder, at least not for myself. I believe that you can in fact eat more and fight the voices in your head that tell you you’re too fat or that you don’t deserve food (you have to be very strong to attempt and succeed at doing so) but I know that the voice never fully goes away, meaning that your eating disorder stays with you your whole life. I did not chose to become anorexic when I was in elementary school. I never once woke up and said to myself that I wished to have an eating disorder and live a life of self-hatred. The thing is though that I’ve never woken up from this hellish nightmare called anorexia and said to myself that I want to “recover”. My aunt picked me up from SJU yesterday for a night off campus and this morning I awoke to my parents entering her apartment. I was not at all prepared to see my mom and dad to see me and they seemed quite concerned. After breakfast and a tough discussion they took me home and I now reside behind my computer, typing away and feeling immense guilt. I haven’t eaten as much as I have within the past 36 hours in about 6 months. I am disgusted by the fat on my body and can’t wait to get back on campus so I can choose my own meals. My parents said that the only way I can stay at school is if I gain weight but I don’t like that option…deep down in my heart I know that I can and will stay at school no matter what and that I can be successful in life even if I don’t gain weight. They say I am killing myself slowly but I am aware of my weight and what my body looks like and know that I am no where close to death. I wish I was smaller, sicker…I wish I looked anorexic so that my eating disorder would be justified. I have no idea who I want to be or how I want to live my life but right now I know that I need to be at school. I comprehend this but I can’t fathom gaining weight…I don’t want recovery but I want and need to do something with my life. I don’t have the answer or the power to fight this disorder. I can’t fight this guilt. I don’t know what to do anymore but I know in my heart that I will never partially recover if I never want to. What has my life come to? Will I ever be able to escape my own mind? Am I killing myself? Do I want to die? The real question I need to know is…what am I going to do with my life?

Cliche or Foreign

halstonsharkey's avatarHot Mess

So I’m back on campus, and I am feeling like a foreigner. I’m not exactly sure where I fall in this giant pool of cliche stereotypes.  

I’m an athlete, but not a jock in the loosest sense of the word.  I love fashion, but if I see one more bow wearing, lily pultzer toting, kappa alpa something or other, I might just scream.  I’m studious, but not a nerd in the traditional sense.  I love to mingle with people at parties, but I hate getting drunk. I’m artsy, but I won’t light up a dube because the NCAA would toss my ass right out of sailing.  I’m a flirt, but I’m quite the opposite of easy…

But I think within the cliche stereotypes lies my problems.  I’m not a cliche.  

I’m a tangle of conflicting personality traits and hobbies, and I refuse to confine myself to a singular cliched…

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College Bound

I’ve waited all summer for this week – this is the week that my friends and I leave for our Freshman year of college. After two doctors appointments Thursday afternoon and my final dinner at home I will be heading up to my Nana and Poppop’s house to spend the night before moving into my beautiful dorm room on Friday morning. So many emotions are flowing through me right now: sadness, happiness, and nervousness are just a few I’ve felt in the past week. My older sister is going to be a Senior at JMU and hearing about her college experiences over the years has helped prepare me for what’s to come. Although this transition is very exciting I have other issues to worry about on top of making new friends, moving in, starting classes and getting settled into my new home away from home. I am anorexic (even though I still find this hard to believe) and my health is my biggest concern as I move to Philadelphia for this upcoming school year. Along with my 17 credit hour schedule I have to juggle phone calls with my nutritionist, appointments with my therapist outside of the city, completing my classwork and having a social life all while staying sane. I know that I am capable of doing all of which I have listed but I do worry if I will be able to find the time to figure out who I am. My name is Erin, I’m 18, an international business major with hopes to minor in communications, I’m attending college in a city that is brand new to me and I have an eating disorder. I need to develop a sense of myself without anorexia and I know that will take time just like it will take time to make true friends, not be homesick and balance my coursework. College is an exciting new step in life and I think discovering who I am while not in the depths of anorexia will be just as nerve-racking and exciting.

To anyone out there who is in recovery from an eating disorder or who has recovered (partially or fully) from an eating disorder: Is recovery worth it?

xoxo,

Larkin 🙂

 

Sick Enough

Having had this thought before on many occasions this post makes me feel that maybe I am sick enough even if my mind tells me otherwise.

gorelikeal's avatarWhat Recovery Tastes Like

“Eating Disorders are competitive. It’s twisted but you compete with other people to ‘be the sickest’. So if you’re sitting there thinking ‘I’m not sick enough to deserve to get better’ than I promise you, you are. Because normal, healthy people don’t  have these thoughts. Normal, healthy people don’t sit there and thing ‘Damn, I wish I could have broken my arm in more places so that I am allowed to let it heal”

Kiana Ethier 

 

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Still in Limbo

daybyday's avatarDay by Day

There are so many things that I have learnt from this relapse (yep…I’m going there and admitting that this is what’s happening at the moment). I’ve learnt that an Eating Disorder is not at all endearing and it turns you in to a pretty useless friend. I’ve learnt that sitting at home on the couch is not preferable to meeting friends. I’ve learnt that restriction can pretty much destroy you internally very quickly. I’ve learnt that in recovery you wear rose-tinted glasses that make you forget what it feels like to be shaky, and breathless and curled up on the couch hoping that the damage that you have done is not going to finish you off. I’ve learnt above anything else that a lower number on the scale is not worth any of this.

As each day passes it’s getting harder to be alive. I find myself stricken with panic…

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Nilla Chip (dog)

Over the past few months my dog has grown sick due to old age and the fact that he was found under a shed in a pile of chemicals when he was a puppy. Chip aka nilla chip has seizures, shakes, goes to the bathroom all over the house, pants loudly, bites at us, always sleeps, doesn’t like to be walked and continues to get worse. All of the symptoms he has now never occurred when he was younger, hell everything except for the seizures started happening in the last 6 months. My handsome mutt dog is being put down on Friday and I am heart broken. I never thought in all our time with Chip that we would have to put him down. I hate to be emotionally vulnerable and although I have yet to show emotion over this situation I am truly torn up inside. I love my dog and I don’t know what I am going to do without him. Thank you Chip for being the most amazing dog, for being so loving and fun, and always brightening up our day.
I love you Nilla Chip ❤️🐶
Love,
Erin 💜

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Mid-morning thoughts

                                                           Is anorexia the answer?

I’ve been anorexic since age 9 – actively restricting, attempting to lose weight, seeing myself as fat and worthless. It breaks my heart that even as a child I hated myself. My thighs are my problem area (well my whole body is a problem) and I believe they are very large; generally I refer to them as thunder thighs which is a term used to describe legs that jiggle while engaging in any physical activity. I have a “thigh gap” the ever so popular goal many thinspiration bloggers wish to achieve. This trend is defined as standing with your feet together and your thighs do not touch. My thigh gap is not a result of years of anorexia, I just have wide set hips so my thighs are farther apart from each other. I like that I have wider hips and a thigh gap but I wish my thighs were slimmer. My eating disorder has apparently made my thighs smaller but I am unable to see this…I still see them as fat even though I’ve lost x amount of pounds on numerous different occasions. Frustrated that my body distortions prevent me from seeing my true self I continue to lose weight in hopes that once I reach a new low I will finally be content with my disappearing thighs. Unfortunately this never happens – I lose and am constantly unhappy with the size of my upper legs.

I am tall, at approximately 5’9.5” I am 4.5” taller than the average woman. I am mostly legs, I have a shorter upper body and a longer lower half which is something I don’t mind but I just wish I was skinnier. Something I despise is that the taller you are the more you should weigh. I’ve never bought into this idea as most of my friends measure in at about 5’2” tall and weigh 110 pounds. I’ve always been jealous of their low weights and extra small clothing wishing that one day I could wear the same size garments as them. Yes, I am aware that this is a stupid goal, something completely unattainable, yet sometimes I still dream of it coming true. My friends are aware of my eating disorder yet they still talk about their trips to the gym and the size of their clothes right in front of me. It’s hard…It’s very hard to have friends that don’t understand how much I struggle with anorexia, how every day is a battle with myself and that their comments about my body and their own bodies only aids in my eating disorder. I’ve never felt strong enough to tell them this, and now that I am headed off to college I don’t find it necessary to inform them of how they have made me feel over the past few years.

As I head off to college I question how I am supposed to fight the ever so present urges to restrict at every chance I get. Just like I will never fit into my friends clothes I will never be able to succeed in college if I starve myself. No, I will not be rid of my eating disorder any time soon, and I am terrified of life without anorexia, but sometimes I consider what life would be like if I wasn’t so caught up with my weight, every single calorie I consume and the size of my clothing. Life would probably be more exciting, I could travel abroad for a semester and actually be able to enjoy the cuisine of another culture and balance my meals in order to maintain my weight, I could run if I want to and relax when I don’t, I could help others in third world countries and provide them with the resources they need to live happy, healthy lives. When I think of the possibilities that a healthy life offers I get scared. I’m scared that I won’t be successful without my eating disorder, I won’t be pretty, I won’t be skinny, I won’t be loved, and I won’t love myself. But what has anorexia done for me anyways?

For 9 years I’ve told myself that skinny is beautiful, that bones are better and not eating is the answer to any problem I can’t solve. Anorexia makes my hair fall out, my chest hurt, my body weak, I get winded just walking up the stairs at school, my hands shake, I black out, I faint, I get dizzy when I stand up, my nails turn blue, I get bags under my eyes, it hurts to breathe sometimes, and I get skinny…somehow I can see and feel all of the effects of an eating disorder, but I can’t see myself as skinny. What the hell is the point of starving myself if the one thing I’m striving for I never see. I feel skinny sometimes, like the times when I touch my hip bones and can feel them sticking out or I can feel my collar bones under thin skin. The thing is that I can feel the bones, but the second I look in the mirror I instantly see pounds of fat all over my body, no bones are present when I open my eyes to my own reflection. I’m so confused by what I am going through yet I continue to do this because my mind is going absolutely crazy.

Am I wrong for thinking and feeling the way that I do? No. I shouldn’t be ashamed of my struggles and I shouldn’t hide what I think from the professionals who are trying to help me – they have helped so many others who suffer from eating disorders and have been successful in the past…maybe they can save me from myself. I’ve gone through a lot and continue to torture myself in order to finally see myself as skinny. I’m faced with many problems each day but I can’t seem to solve them. One problem I need solved is…Is anorexia the answer?