This past week has been absolute TORTURE!
Every single day ED has been whispering in my ear, telling me that I am fat. But on Sunday the attack was unbearable. While I was sitting in church I started looking down at my legs and the barrage began.
My thighs are huge.
My legs are bigger than they used to be.
My butt is massive and my body is squishy, flabby and disgusting.
By the time the sermon was over I literally felt sick to my stomach. It was as if I had just emerged from a vicious onslaught and was left battered, brusised and broken. I spent the entire day in a depressed slump, bemoaning the size of my thighs and hating on the body. It was awful.
Finally I decided to get out of the house and go to the rec center to try and ease my depression. While I was in the car I began praying to God...
And ask for HELP.
We can't do this on our own girls, especially if our reality of the truth is distorted.