I struggled with anorexia and bulimia from junior high all the way through to adulthood. College was a particularly bad time. I was eating unhealthily, not working out, not taking care of myself, and generally feeling terrible. I also gained the “Freshman 15”. After years of starving and purging, I decided I wanted to get fit the right way. I started working out again and loved it, but it wasn’t long before I was using hours and hours of exercise to overcompensate for my eating habits. It wasn’t until I became a mom to daughters that I realized things seriously had to change. I couldn’t bear to pass on my negative behaviors around food, health and exercise to them. Now, I teach my daughters that food gives us energy so that we can play, and exercise keeps us healthy and strong. I tell them that I’m proud of my squishy tummy because they were inside it. I’m still figuring things out. I have my moments with food and I get down on myself sometimes. But every day I remember who’s watching me, so I get back up and try to do better. The fear, doubt and lies are becoming quieter by the day, and I’m becoming stronger and stronger.