On Those Hard Days - Remember the Benefits of Food Freedom
- Kathy Salata
- 5 days ago
- 1 min read
Recovery gave me something I didn’t even realize I had lost—it gave me me back.
For so long, I looked outside of myself for everything—approval, direction, validation, even a sense of worth. I believed I had to look a certain way, be a certain way, and put everyone else’s needs before my own just to be accepted.
But in recovery, I rediscovered who I am. I learned to trust myself. To listen inward instead of constantly searching outward.
I do grieve the time I lost while I was in my eating disorder. That grief is real. But alongside it is something even more powerful—gratitude. Because through recovery, I found myself again.
And what I discovered is that I am imperfect… and still completely, undeniably amazing.





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