I’m feeling delicate at the moment. Not ‘fragile’, fragile implies that I could break at any moment but ‘delicate’ says “Give me an ounce of crap and I may crumble a little”.
I’ve decided not to blog at all about my marriage disintegrating, I’ve decided that at 37 years of age it’s about time I grew up and thought of other people a little bit more. Like my children, Papasaurus (who I still intend to be one of my closest and bestest friends in the world), my mother, people who know us both and so on.
When you have struggled with an eating disorder in the past it has a habit of popping up every now and then just to remind you that a. there’s no escaping it, b. that it can and c. that no matter now hard you try to kick the bugger off you it will always be clinging on somewhere.
I’ve touched on my problems with eating briefly before. I didn’t develop an eating disorder until in my mid 30′s and when I did the eating disorder that chose to consume me was a purging disorder – I believe it’s classified at an EDNOS (Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified).
Here’s the deal though, Eating Disorders aren’t cool and they aren’t just something that happens to teenage boys and girls who are over emotional and get sucked into a world of pro-ana websites. Yes I’m suffering at the moment, emotional upheaval has led to purging once more.
I may have chosen to not to write about my relationship breakup but I am choosing to write more about eating disorders and body image issues in the coming weeks. Sure I’ll break it up with photo posts and the odd tutorial but there will be some emotional stuff on it’s way so I warn regular readers in advance that if you think that will upset you / bother you / not interest you then maybe give this blog a wide berth for a couple of weeks x
I’m linking up to Sticky Fingers ‘The Gallery’ this week – the theme ‘Delicate’ has provoked me to open up and talk more about how sometimes I struggle – hopefully in doing so I can help myself.