From the Parent of An Eating Disorder Sufferer
Don’t be afraid of words like thin and fat or slim and large, of discussing shame or diet or weight -
there is nothing wrong with learning and conversation, of mistakes and missteps and change.
Just know that food is neither good nor bad, it’s never a guilty pleasure or even a treat -
eat what your body needs, what makes you feel good. Ignore calories and traffic light labelling.
You will get better and yes, you may relapse, but the future is both wonderfully lighter and heavier
because your body is a living genius: treat it to music and bathing, to wine and incense burning.
I’ll talk to you from the shore, as if I wade into the water with you then we’ll both flounder -
but I’m sorry for getting angry, for asking how you could let this happen. Instead, I’ll listen.
You don’t weigh stones but rather laughter and singing, last year’s holiday and kisses from friends.
Your weight is that of a survivor, not a sufferer. And I know now, son, this also happens to boys.
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