child of God, wife, mother, recovering anorexic who longs to see the beauty in herself that she sees in the world around her
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
broken, fixed and somewhere in between
I'm still alive. I'm still processing. Here's what I've come up with, I'm not fixed yet but I'm not broken anymore either. I'm somewhere in between the shattered urn of ashes lying on the floor and the glorious resurrected girl of hope and beauty. Even my really hard days are still ridiculously better than any decent day a year and a half ago when I re-started this recovery journey.