A slice of the good life...

I don’t know where to begin… 

MIMA called the shots this weekend, not anorexia!!! A weekend packed with Pimm’s, polaroid’s and precious memories. A weekend of actually living!

You know people say you only really know how drunk you are when you’re alone in the loo? … can confirm, that’s 100% true. Though, I’m pretty sure I was drunk on LIFE more than anything else. 

Saturday, or rather Saturyay, as it can now be christened, showed me what life can be like if I just LET GO. I’ve had these glimpses quite a lot recently and they’re what I try to hold tightly onto on the harder days. These moments are what keep me going, because honestly a life beyond anorexia is a pretty spectacular thing. 

This weekend I laughed so hard it hurt, I rapped until my voice went, and said yes to pre-supper cupcakes… and in doing so, said yes to LIFE.

It’s out there just waiting to be lived!? I can’t believe the time I’ve spent wishing it away confined to both the prison inside my head, and the four walls of a hospital. This illness won’t stop at anything. It doesn’t just go away; you can’t just shut the door on it, delete it’s number, decide you’ve had enough. No, you have to make your life bigger than it. You have to truly believe that you ARE bigger than it. 

Unfortunately no, I’m not healed from this weekend BUT I’m pretty sure that it’s weekends like this that take me a hell of a lot closer to it. 

‘You alone can do it, but you can’t do it alone’… there’s a whole army of people who keep me going; who’s bravery inspires me and kindness overwhelms me. And I really do believe that they are helping me heal; that they have been the missing pieces to the puzzle I’ve been trying to solve alone for so long. That is powerful, they are powerful…

and I am too. Remember that Mima!