TRIGGER WARNING:Discussion of issues related to Eating Disorder recovery. No numbers involved.
Also, there is a rather nasty animal welfare story mentioned in the first two paragraphs.
I read an horrendous story the other day about a giraffe tragically killed in South Africa recently as it was being transported on a busy highway. The giraffe was decapitated when the truck it was being transported by drove under an over-bridge. The giraffe was blindfolded (it makes me wonder if the driver was too), and I think that is standard practise for transporting these animals, to keep them calm (personally blindfolding me will not keep me calm).
I’ve been wondering recently (as always) why I am the way I am.
I’ve been trying to come up with an explanation.
It feels like I can’t help these ways. I think the way I think because of all that I am, and all that has happened. I feel like I use it as an excuse, but am I allowed to feel that way? Continue reading