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Over the past two years, I have written personal essays on the subject of bigotry toward obesity. Initially, my essays were tear-drenched statements of disillusionment and shock.Having struggled for life against Anorexia Nervosa for many, many years, I had finally found the freedom to eat.Instead of the (perhaps naive) idea that people would share my delight in having discovered freedom, however, I found that I was supposed to have recovered and to have remained THIN. The urge to shout, "But I've made it. I'm alive!" is still present and it strengthens my writing voice.

Saturday, December 20, 2003

Googled

Well, I wish that my lack of activity in this blog indicated that discrimination against obesity was no longer an issue for me or for anyone else. I was pleasantly surprised to find this blog on Google.

Two days ago, I found myself revealing my history with Anorexia to a friend of mine (just a brief outline). The words left my mouth effortlessly and this very fact astonishes me. I am personally indebted to blogger.com. Its existence has helped me find a stronger personal voice. (In a strange turn of events, I developed laryngitis the following day. Go figure!)

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