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Things on my mind...

Today is a day where I have an expectation of great things.  I haven't been writing much lately and I have to schedule time every day to write.  Yes, it is therapy for me because there is a lot in my head that I have to share. I pray that someone is encouraged from the journey that I am walking through. 

This past Sunday my Pastor showed a picture of the top model in the world and very disturbing because this is what other women are using as a model on how we should look. Why are we allowing society to dictate what is beautiful?  Well, this photo made me think of all that I have been through in my life and what has lead me to gain weight and why I am battling with weight loss at my age.

Do you realize what someone goes through when they have been raped, molested, emotionally abused, physically abused, etc? You cannot realize what someone goes through unless you are a victim too. The main thing is that this is all inward. Thoughts of what did I do wrong, what could I have done to avoid this, why did this happen have to happen to me, what can I change about me so that this won't happen again. One of the thoughts is that if I don't look attractive to men, this won't happen to me again. That's when the emotional eating begins. As an emotional eater, you eat as your emotions change. Happy, sad, mad, angry, it doesn't matter, you just eat because of how you feel. Never do you allow anyone in public to know that you have this issue because it is all done in private. Not even your closest family member/friend realize that you have this problem. It can start with a pan of brownies, a bag of chips, or whatever you have within reach. 

How can a victim overcome this? Seeking God, prayer, support from your closest family member/friend. As the issues are dealt with, then you can really deal with the weight loss and overcome this issue. I will take you on my journey as I am overcoming these issues that have held me back. 


God Bless and Stay Tuned!

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