The Sofa Revolution

Maybe, in my own small way I'm leading a rebellion. From my living room. Rebelling against the beliefs that kept me sick, trapped, and suffering my whole life. Rebelling against my illness telling me differently. A middle finger in the air to the toxic "rest is for the weak" messages. Maybe there's a good reason it's uncomfortable.

Cake

I don't think it's a coincidence that travelling feels much better when you're not all-consumed by an eating disorder...because I guess life life does in general. The first few days of this trip (to Iceland!) have already been an opportunity for me to reflect on how much things have changed - and how much damn [...]