Reconnecting over dinner with an old friend recently made me realize how close one can feel to someone who has either lived or is familiar with struggles alike. Numerous times and to various friends, I tried explaining what anorexia is about, or how recovery transforms you. But I rarely feel heard, as much as I feel acknowledged yet brushed off, by statements like “you look amazing, you’re doing great, you are the same, it’s all in your head, you must get out of your comfort

When we surrender our soul To the earthquake that is love, The shaking may stand so strong that The fortress we devoted our life building Crashes. In a matter of seconds, all pillars collapse Rapidly, becoming the past. When we forgive ourselves For having allowed the mold, The acceptance may stand so real that The empire we embark to reconstruct Prevails. For the rest of time, new foundations arise Gradually, staying in eternity.

This may sound like just another idealistic, cringing type of post about the journey through recovery from an eating disorder; nonetheless it’s one I very much find worth sharing. It is not some empathetic, or fatal way of accepting one’s faith by thinking that everything happens for a reason, or by trying to see the positive in all the shitty and mind-blowingly hard parts of recovery. No. Beautiful things do happen when you recover from an eating disorder, beyond doubt, and

After locking myself up for a whole spring, moodier and more stressed than I had ever been, pounds shredding off my body like grated cheese, I finally sat the CFA level III exam. With every weekend spent at the office, and each work night dedicated to studying or packing (I was moving out), it’s needless to stress how eager I was for this period to be over. And so were my friends. They were all impressed by my perseverance in juggling my job in finance, the studying and the s