Friday, February 25, 2011

like taxi cabs.

I want to talk about eating disorders.


How it's like trying to catch a taxi when you're late for something.

And all the cabs are filled because it's raining, because everyone has someplace to be.

So you stand there for what feels like eternity, watching the light change colors.

More filled cabs pass by.

You even get one, only to have someone steal it from you. It's a very New York thing to have happen to you.

Finally you climb into a cab, already fifteen minutes late to wherever you have to be.

Maybe you restrict food, maybe you purge, maybe you binge. Maybe it's disordered eating. Maybe you're too thin, too fat, maybe you look healthy so someone would never guess you have issues with food.

Regardless, please get into the cab and let it take you to wherever you need to be. We really deserve all the healing in the world. It's never too late. Take it from me--I'm always late.

This week is National Eating Disorders Awareness Week.



Lisa said...

Great post---I totally agree. It's never too late. Late is just about time, and it's always worth the effort.

Alexia @ Dimple Snatcher said...

thanks, lisa!

Anne H said...

Love this - you nailed it!
Even walk a little -
in the right direction - till ya can catch the next cab.

Dani- danielleislosingit said...

So true. Food should take us to happy places like health, and happiness. Not sad places like depression, and fatness.

Shan said...

What a great post. Glad to have found your blog!

paulawannacracker said...

Nice post Alexia... My problem is I got a cab, I just make too many "pitt stops." But I hear what you're saying... never to late.

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