To The Man Who Set Me Back:
I don’t know why I allowed you to have so much power over me.
As I posted earlier this week, your judgement of my parenting angered me but also made me feel self-conscious and unworthy. I let myself feel that way because of your domineering, harassing attitude…and I didn’t need to. I let you get inside my head and the nasty words you used to describe me, the words you used to put me down, took on their own voice and put me right back into the grasp of the eating disorder.
When you came to my home and got in my face, calling me names and blackmailing me about my parenting, I was so shocked and angry I didn’t know what to say. In reality anger is a secondary emotion and I realize now that I was afraid. I was afraid you would call social services on me because you believed your opinion to be greater than mine without giving me the opportunity to discuss it with you. When I should have told you to get the hell away from my property and to mind your own business I allowed myself to shrink back into myself, as I have always done in the past. At a time when I’ve already been vulnerable and struggling to keep my food on track you only helped make matters worse. Your behavior sent me back into an almost full-blown relapse.
While I realize no one can control my behavior but me, you actions did not help. When I already felt terrible about myself your “confirmation” of that put me over the edge. Days had passed before I realized I had hardly eaten anything for that amount of time. Small things here and there dotted my meal plan but it was predominately made up of caffeine and negative energy. I was volatile and wanted war with you. I let you tell me how I should feel and that was wrong.
You don’t know me. You don’t know my story and yet I allowed you to control me. I allowed your negative opinions to infiltrate my brain and tell me how I should feel about myself and my parenting. I allowed your words to dominate my thoughts and help control my actions–which meant caloric restriction until I was well into starvation mode for several days. You don’t get to have that power. You don’t get to have ANY power over me.
You don’t get to dictate my parenting or my recovery.
I never should’ve given you the time of day and the subsequent hours of worry. You aren’t worthy of my brain power. You aren’t worthy of my time. In my eyes you are almost worthy of nothing but that wouldn’t be correct because everyone is worthy of God’s love. While I am going to struggle to show you that over the next several months while we share a marina, I am going to try. I am going to show you that while you don’t believe I am worthy of the dirt on your shoes, I believe you are worthy of God’s love. You don’t get to send me back to the temptations of the devil, instead I will overcome your negative words with the power of Christ. Just watch me. Watch me treat you with the respect and dignity you won’t extend to me. Watch me show you that I can rise above your ridicule and continue to be the bright light I was before you.
I am going to win this war against relapse and I’m going to show you that God wins the war of hate. His love conquers all–my eating disorder/relapse and your emotional outburst. I don’t know what from your past has you angered but I hope that God can show you the way out. I hope God can show you that demeaning others won’t make you feel better but instead alienate you from others. Rather than be the pariah of the marina why don’t you try treating me with the same respect and courtesy with which you treat the other residents? I am not a threatening individual and if you would come talk to me like an adult you might even learn about me, my parenting, and my life. I’m not the bad person you tried to paint me to be and if you would get to know me you would see that I am intelligent, kind, and a fighter. Why don’t you try it sometime? Just come by the boat and try learning a little more about me before you pass judgement and try to belittle me.
The body loving fighter across the fairway,