I need to make a few things clear before you start reading this section:
I am BY NO MEANS considering myself as a ‘parenting expert’. If anything, I am just an ordinary mom trying very hard not to pass on her own traumas onto yet another generation of humans.
Having kids acted several times as a huge wake-up call when I was in the depth of my eating disorder. First, I realised I had HA because I came off the pill in an attempt to conceive. It took me 15 months and what feels like a lifetime of waiting, but I recovered my hormonal cycle and conceived two healthy babies. Then, having slipped back into restriction four years later, I realised my daughter, then 4 years old, had noticed my chronic dieting, and it literally F.R.E.A.K.E.D me out. So, kids, when you’ll be in age of reading this: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SAVING ME NOT ONCE BUT TWICE. I love you more than words can express.
I make mistakes, probably every day, but, as I keep repeating to my kids, mistakes are a part of learning, so why not share these here with you?
I am the typical yelling, helicopter mom, trying to overcome a severe inability to manage her emotions, and turn into the kind, compassionate, fun, always cool and collected (laid back would be even better, but let’s be realistic here) mom. PS: recovering from an eating disorder seems like a walk in the park next to raising two kids. PPS: I recognize that being used to setting ridiculously high standards might not always work in my favour.
Most of my blog posts will cover holistic body image and fat acceptance values to be passed from mothers/fathers to children, but I might occasionally address something else that happens to me as a mom.
Phew, glad that’s done! We’re good now; happy reading to you!