I find myself continually struggling with food. I find comfort in food and I always have since I was little. I would eat until I made myself sick because there were days were I wasn’t sure if I was going to get that next meal so maybe I should stock up. I think that I have that fear even now when I know that I am going to be alright… but those fears are always there.
The fears we have can help or hurt us. I have to use my fear of wondering what is going to happen next to have a positive outlook. I know that if I don’t then that fear will really cripple me. I don’t want to be a slave to a fear or an idea. I have learned to try and overcome these things to be a better person. I know that one thing I had to realized was that first, I wasn’t alone…. and second, food wasn’t going to fix it. I think that we must learn to take small steps to face our fears and overcome them to be the best people we can be.