I had a meeting today with a VERY IMPORTANT LADY. I say that in caps. because it is true. She is amazing, in her 60’s, spends her days volunteering, donating, supporting women’s causes. She speaks her mind and swears at meetings. I admire her more than I can say.
So today she came to my office to help me with a project. we sat at the table together, and she said, ” So, tell me about the kids….” I shared the ups and downs of my three, starting with the oldest, working down to our youngest. Shared that our youngest child’s battle with and victory over, bulimia had shaped the last 9 years of my life, had given me renewed purpose. When I finished, she looked me dead in the eye and said ” I had that”. She went on to share her own battle with binging and purging, and how, for a time, she felt she had discovered the greatest thing — eating without calorie increase. We discussed how, and why, she had stopped. How she had committed herself to healthy eating, but still, over 40 years later, struggles with binging and then being disgusted with her lack of “control”. We spent almost 2 hours sharing viewpoints, research, ideas and dreams about the importance and impact of this disease.
I look at her and am, once again, incensed at the ability of this disease to work its way into a life full of promise. And at how, though she is successful, a strong woman, wonderful parent and giver — she still has to fight with self hate. And, once again, my passion is renewed. We have to fight this. We have to beat this. We have to provide support for sufferers and families….
And then, as we finished our project and sat back, proud of what we had accomplished, nursing a cup of tea — she said “you know I never told anyone about this. My husband doesn’t know this about me, my parents didn’t know…
I thanked her for trusting me. For opening her heart and her mind and for believing in herself enough to know that she can say the words out loud and still be safe.