This past September was the 15th anniversary of coming back from Utah. This has been the first year that I have not spent the day curled up in a fetal position waiting for the day to pass. I actually only realized the date when I had yet another one of my nightmares about Utah. Yes, I still have them with some regularity.
This morning, I looked at Princess and almost died. She is growing- up, she is not my little girl who chases geese and loves to swing at the park. It dawned on me, when I was her age I was already in the midst of an eating disorder. A diagnosable eating disorder.
She is such an amazing person, smart, caring, strong, thoughtful, and kind. I never want her to hurt like that. I never want her to feel like she is not not enough just as she is. She is special and unique and fantastic. How can I protect her from this? How can I keep her safe from that trip in a fun-house mirror.
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