The New Year has been officially rung in and resolutions have been made…or not. Let me tell you a story explaining why I don’t make New Year’s resolutions anymore.
I used to have an eating disorder—bulimia, to be precise. I make this still-painful confession because for many years, my New Year’s resolution was to stop binging and purging. As a card-carrying member of the “Late Bloomer’s” club, I didn’t become bulimic until my early 20s. Why I succumbed to this dangerous and addictive behavior isn’t all that interesting or unusual: I thought I was fat (I wasn’t), I didn’t feel I had control over many aspects of my life, and of course, like many young women, I had your garden-variety case of low self-esteem.
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