When I first began dealing with all my “food/body stuff“, I was determined to do exactly what my therapist told me to do to “become” a normal eater who loved her body.
I desperately wanted to become the person whose weight didn’t fluctuate 60 pounds, who radiated body confidence walking into a room, and whose food patterns were, well…normal.
But I realized along the way that this was the wrong approach.
I didn’t need to BECOME someone else.
Here’s what I had to do instead (which is the most important lesson on this journey!)
