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Sarah chose to live. And her story is beautiful.

“To get to where I am now, I chose to reject the ideas and ideals that are so entrenched in our culture and our society. I chose my actual health over the idea that you have to be a certain weight, shape, or size to be healthy. I chose my happiness over the absolute lie that you have to be a certain weight, shape, or size to be happy. Those lies are fed to us all day, every day, everywhere we look, but I just don’t buy it any more. I’ve seen enough evidence of all kinds to call bullshit. And I have decided to live my life in a way that means working with my body and letting it be whatever weight, shape, or size it needs to be to enable me to be healthy and happy. I will not change that for anyone. I choose me.”

Happiness > people pleasing.
Take a break from pleasing others and set priorities around yourself.

Get more sleep and change your life.
Really! Sleep is good!

This hit me right in the feelings. Nothing is promised.

“Take selfies and hold hands. Say you’re sorry. Stop keeping score. Make grand plans for the future. Don’t hold back about how you feel, because otherwise, you may never have the chance to tell them. Make the decision to see your partner with fresh eyes every day, with no attachment to old stories or old hurts.”

Anorexia isn’t caused by wanting to look good in a bikini.
And the way we treat it needs to change.

Life’s too damn short to spend hating your body.
Sometimes, you just need a little help loving it.

The mind-boggling bullshit of health and fitness.
YES to all of this. Because unfortunately, the stuff that actually works isn’t as good of a catchphrase to sell Shakeology.

Happy sex after rape.
Sexual trauma is a huge issue.

The truth about ‘not good enough’…
… hint: it’s a fallacy.

If you haven’t yet read Jennifer Aniston‘s essay for The Huffington Post, I suggest you clear your schedule for 10 minutes, grab a coffee and prepare to nod your head so vigorously that you’re at risk of neck injury.

“If I am some kind of symbol to some people out there, then clearly I am an example of the lens through which we, as a society, view our mothers, daughters, sisters, wives, female friends and colleagues. The objectification and scrutiny we put women through is absurd and disturbing. The way I am portrayed by the media is simply a reflection of how we see and portray women in general, measured against some warped standard of beauty. Sometimes cultural standards just need a different perspective so we can see them for what they really are — a collective acceptance… a subconscious agreement. We are in charge of our agreement. Little girls everywhere are absorbing our agreement, passive or otherwise. And it begins early. The message that girls are not pretty unless they’re incredibly thin, that they’re not worthy of our attention unless they look like a supermodel or an actress on the cover of a magazine is something we’re all willingly buying into. This conditioning is something girls then carry into womanhood. We use celebrity “news” to perpetuate this dehumanizing view of females, focused solely on one’s physical appearance, which tabloids turn into a sporting event of speculation. Is she pregnant? Is she eating too much? Has she let herself go? Is her marriage on the rocks because the camera detects some physical “imperfection”?”

Recovery is flirting with death, then saying no.
This spoke to my soul. I’ve been recovered for 6 years now and sometimes it STILL all comes creeping back in the blink of an eye.

Eating gives me anxiety, but so does not eating.
A lot of us in the recovery community can relate to this one.

Exploring toxic masculinity.
Because it’s not just women that wear masks.

More and more research is finding that movement is the closest thing we have to a wonder-drug.
And even small amounts can help.

Your existence is about far more than being beautiful.

“It’s not my responsibility to be beautiful.  I’m not alive for that purpose.  My existence is not about how desirable you find me.” ~Warsan Shire