The Inner Beauty of Healing

by: Zera McMahon

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Living with an eating disorder hardly qualifies as ‘living’ at all in my mind. It’s a torturous state of existence that torments your mind, body and soul. Anyone who is familiar with the agony of an ED, is very familiar with the privation of life surrounding them. Unfortunately it can be a lifelong battle fought only in private silence. At least that is what I have experienced during my struggle with anorexia, which began in the 7th grade.

I am now 27 years old, and sharing my story for the first time.

Before now, anorexia has been a part of my existence that I have greatly attempted to shield and draw a curtain over. It was an extremely dark and painful time in my life, and I was always so ashamed to ever reach out to anyone about it.  It wasn’t easy to admit that so much of my focus was on outer beauty and the way I wanted others to see me.

However, my experience with anorexia wasn’t JUST the desire to be skinny. Of course, I wanted to be thin…I wanted to be painfully thin,  yet the reasoning behind this disease went much deeper than the hunger to be thin, and ultimately I do feel that it could have been prevented. These deep-rooted issues encompass a range of concerns I believe many people are faced with on a daily basis, such as media, social and peer pressures. Additionally, the lack of kindness and compassion in this world also serves as a huge trigger for many.

I remember middle school being a very volatile stage growing up. School for me was never enjoyable, socially nor academically. One of my biggest struggles was feeling so inherently different from my peers. I was born with clubbed feet and musculature issues that prevented me from participating in school athletic programs, which gave students the motive to label me as ‘weird’. I desperately wanted to look beautiful, to be the A student, to be the girl who was asked to school dances, to compete in sports, etc. The list goes on. Middle school was a time when the cliques of friends were being established, girls got their periods, and school dances were unfortunately (for me) a reality! I did not have many friends and the few I did have I quickly lost to my eating disorder. Anorexia was after all, the only friend I had grown to want or need. At first, it was my little secret, and that was thrilling to me to have something no one else knew about or to my knowledge, had.

The first time I remember making the decision to restrict food was at school lunch. There was a girl who sat at the lunch table with me who thought she was doing me a favor by advising I lose just a few pounds. How kind. Since I was unable to compete in sports, I thought the quickest way for me to lose the weight I so clearly needed to lose, was to starve myself. When this vicious cycle began, I restricted my food intake to only one meal a day…dinner. I chose this one meal as dinner, because it was the one meal I ate in front of my family. Because this was my secret, it was imperative that no one find out. Mind you, while making the conscious decision to restrict my food intake, I never once considered myself anorexic. That is, until I decided to restrict my food intake even more. After a couple weeks of being on my new “diet” of eating only once a day, I had begun to lose a couple pounds. Not enough pounds, though, for anyone to take notice.

So, I ramped it up a bit and began going an entire day without any food. At home, I’d be completely panic stricken about the notion of eating dinner in front of my family. Hours in school that should have been spent studying, I spent obsessively fabricating excuses to avoid eating dinner. My family eventually caught on to my behaviors, and began using threats to get me to eat. Nonetheless, I refused my body of any food. This rapidly became my addiction, and I consistently wanted more and more. Fundamentally what I was really displaying was my desire to exist less and less. One day without food quickly doubled, and soon I was surviving off of a menial amount of food every three days. By the third day, I would feel incredibly weak and dehydrated, to the point where I would begin black out in class just sitting at my desk. This occurred more than once throughout middle school and high school. I’d have to feel my way out of the classroom and then lay on my back along the side of the hallway. When the bell would ring, it was if no one noticed me and students would rush around the hall to get to their classes, while I just laid there unable to stand up. Finally, a teacher came to get me with a wheel chair and took me to the office to phone my parents. Sometimes I wonder how different my story might have been if a random act of kindness was gifted to me on those dark days. It could’ve changed my direction and story completely.

Unfortunately, this mental and physical addition went on for years and years. I felt completely detached from my parents as they continuously buried their fears and avoided the major issue at hand. The family dynamics in my household were unbalanced, and mental abuse was a part of my day-to-day existence. I was left feeling inadequate, and without the tools to love and respect myself as an individual. Seeking constant fulfillment from my family and peers at school was my way of determining my own self-worth.

In the middle of the night during the summer of my 9th grade, by some miracle I had a sort of epiphany, and suddenly knew that if I continued to choose anorexia as the most important part of myself, then I would undoubtedly die. My life had become a pathetic state of existence, and it was in fact, really void of any life at all. Even though I was so incredibly ill both mentally and physically, I knew I had to put an end to this. I wanted anorexia to get the fuck out of me! In order to heal the fragile skeleton everyone saw me as, I had to work from the inside out, from the core of my being.

Anorexia has not only robbed five years of my life, taken my friends away when I needed them most, damaged my health to the point of near liver failure, but also robbed me of my identity. With the help of two incredible psychologists and a nutritionist, I have been able to recapture and embrace this gift of life. I feel truly blessed to have been able to separate my own mind from the death grip of the ED. Recovery from anorexia has been a long and challenging process, and will require a lifetime commitment from me. The ED is always lingering in the background, waiting to swoop in again…but I refuse to give it any power. It takes great courage to really own your life, without letting media and peer pressures dictate your self-worth.

A good friend once said to me, “acting with self-love is never selfish”. This is such a profound statement to me, because it signifies my evolution from violent self-hatred to self-love and fulfillment. This miraculous transformation has given me confidence to recognize and nurture the talent and beauty within myself rather than seeking OUTER BEAUTY.

As I’ve grown with such mindfulness, I have been able to cultivate my own passions instead of focusing on the perfect body image. As a result, I’ve learned aspects of fashion and design which I have embraced and evolved into my own business. ZERA Couture celebrates the inner beauty of women with luxurious headpieces and accessories, focusing on the adornment of the head-space inside and out. The creation of these headpieces was born from the realization that women should be revered as the strong and beautiful individuals that we positively are. This business is fueled and Inspired by my journey towards healing – and i’ve never felt more beautiful on the INSIDE because of it.

If I were to say just one thing to someone struggling with an ED, it would be this…FOCUS on your INNER BEAUTY – not on what you’ll wear or how your makeup matches up to all the tutorials you see online everyday or how your body compares to your friends. Focus on the things in this world that truly matter and offer fulfillment. If you do, you will be the most beautiful and powerful true self that you could ever hope for.

Lastly, if you know someone who is suffering with some form of addiction, don’t ignore them. Don’t allow them to sit in the hallways and feel unseen. A random act of kindness in showing that you give a damn can go a long way. Sometimes though, you don’t always know who is silently suffering with their own forms of depression and loneliness which is why being kind should become a way of life. If we all pay it forward when something kind happens for us, we have the chance to start a huge wave of change in the world. Make it part of your daily routine to do something kind for a stranger starting today. You never know what that person is going through. You may have just changed the direction of their story…

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Enough

by: Brittany Winston

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“Brittany get up, you need to go run.” This is how most of my mornings started off at 5:15am when my mother would wake me up and make me go for a run before school. On the weekends it was 5:00am to go hiking. Being a child and teenager, I would grumble in my head and be so exasperated at these early morning wakeups, but it was more than the early wakeup times that upset me.

The reason she woke me up so early everyday was so that I wouldn’t become “fat”.

I was always told that I had a predisposition to be heavy and if I didn’t “stay on top of it” I would be overweight. From the moment I hit puberty I developed hips, thighs and a booty even though I was a runner and extremely active. I was taught that my curves weren’t beautiful and that I shouldn’t want to have a big butt or hips. So much focus was on my appearance.

When I was in high school I didn’t realize the effect my “outer beauty” was having on my confidence and personality. I retreated more and more into a shell of self-doubt and low self-esteem because of my curves. I never felt that I was enough; pretty enough, thin enough, tall enough (all I was focusing on what my outer beauty traits.) And when it came to boys, it was even worse. Anytime I received any attention from a guy I always thought
to myself, “why me, what does he SEE?”

I didn’t stop to think of the other non-physical attributes and traits I had to offer someone.

I made poor decisions on how far I went with a boy because I thought it was the only way to keep him around. I told myself, “he can’t really want me. I’m not skinny and I’m not that pretty. If I don’t do this, he will leave me.”

I was constantly starving for physical attention and outer acceptance.

When I started college it got even worse because I started to get a lot of consistent attention for my outer “looks and figure”, and it hit me like a ton of bricks in the worst way. I didn’t know what was going on. I still had the internal feeling of “why me, I’m not enough.”

Yet still, I flourished in a totally superficial way.

I dated men with money and status, I partied and I made it appear as though I was thoroughly and genuinely enjoying my life. I looked happy from the outside, but I was empty and depressed on the inside. There were so many times I cried myself to sleep at night but then would go to work and school with a smile on my face pretending I was okay.

Actually, I even started losing weight because the depression stopped me from mustering up the energy to eat!

I didn’t run anymore because I associated it with punishment, I drank too much and when I did eat, I ate like crap. Plain and simple, I wasn’t happy and everywhere that I was looking for happiness was on the OUTSIDE – and it was superficial and empty, no matter how much attention I received.

Desperate for a cure to my depression, I made an abrupt move across the country and changed my surroundings entirely. But still, the depression continued to haunt me.

I considered ending my life.

But then my moment of clarity came when I realized I didn’t care what people thought about the way I LOOKED, and that my INNER BEAUTY was more than enough to deserve all this love and attention.

I realized I had a lot to love from within! I love that I have an awesome sense of humor, I’m quirky, I love to read and travel the world – and I can think of no better place to spend a warm day than outside soaking in the sun and enjoying nature. I think these are just a few of the many things that make me pretty darn amazing on the INSIDE, and that’s where it counts.

Through first mastering the art of self-acceptance and inner healing, I began to embrace, accept and LOVE my outer beauty too! Living in the south helped me appreciate my body type, so I even began to do plus size modeling! I love being a plus size model because I pray some little girl or woman will see me and realize there is more than one type of physical beauty. I hope it helps lead others to healing and loving themselves just as they are and not comparing themselves to images in magazines and billboards. It is so disheartening to see what society and media does to little girls from an early age… just like it did to me. So much is based on OUTER BEAUTY and it’s an unattainable standard of beauty and body image. It makes me want to cry.

Naturally, I still need to remind myself every now and then that there’s so much more to life than having the “perfect body.” Beauty fades and no two women are just alike on the outside anyways. And that’s a beautiful thing.

Depression has no stereotype on who it attacks. And despite working in a stereotypically “superficial industry”, I’ve learned so much about self-love and self-worth from so many women I’ve encountered.

We should all be a team and help one another to remember what’s most important in life – and that’s inner happiness and inner beauty.

“A woman’s beauty should be that of [her] inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight.” Peter 3:4

Today, I know that I am ENOUGH. And that’s worth being alive for.

Incurable Means Curable From Within // In 5 Steps

by: Alicia M. Blanco

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Sunday’s message at church was so compelling that I had to share it with you.

Hopefully by now you can tell that I’m extremely passionate about words and thoughts of affirmation. (This is probably my 3rd entry on this very topic.) So when guest speaker Jordan Rubin began talking about how it literally saved his life and brought him back to health, I was hooked.

When Rubin was 19, he had suffered from a severe case of Crohn’s Disease, diabetes, arthritis, anemia, rapid weight loss, hair loss, and chronic fatigue, just to name a few. At six feet tall he had gone from 185 pounds down to 106 and was confined to a wheelchair for an extended period of time.

“I traveled the world trying every treatment you could think of, conventional medicine, alternative medicine. It all failed.” – Jordan Rubin

In desperate search of a drastic change, Rubin turned to God through prayer, declaration, and a radical change in diet. In record time, Rubin miraculously regained full health without the help of any medicine at all. He felt compelled to write a book about his journey (The Makers Diet Revolution), the changes he made, and even started preaching around the world about his all-natural and miraculous recovery.

But then, something unexpected happened.

He was diagnosed with cancer.

He was told that he had 0% chance of survival without immediate surgery, chemotherapy and radiation…not 1%, 0%…!!!

Rubin was confused. How could HE have cancer? Rubin had already survived life-threatening illnesses. He was eating what God wanted him to eat, preaching and helping others around the world do the same, and was becoming the face of a healthy lifestyle amongst his community. After asking himself these questions, Rubin became more determined than ever. He would not be defeated.

Here’s how Jordan Rubin claimed victory over his health in 5 steps:

1. “WHEN TRAGEDY STRIKES, GO TO GOD FIRST.” – On the day of his diagnosis, doctors told him his ‘numbers’ were at 280. (0 is normal.) They also told him that if he didn’t go into surgery immediately, it would be like committing suicide, giving him 3 months to live. You would think that after already experiencing such a rough chapter in life in his earlier years, that hearing “you have cancer” and a death sentence would trigger a frantic and discouraged response. Instead, his response was racing towards his faith. Sometimes bad things happen, and it’s awful. But we need to remember God doesn’t allow bad things to happen without a purpose. There is a reason and purpose for everything so when something bad happens, take it to God and leave it with Him to work out.

2. DON’T CLAIM THE ILLNESS. – Some people wear their ailments like a badge of honor. They accept their condition and misfortune as fact. “As a man thinks in his heart so is he…” In other words. YOUR WORDS AND THOUGHTS MATTER because thoughts put things in motion. “I have cancer” is a statement Rubin never once uttered or believed. He emphasized how you need to block out all negativity and cut it off immediately. Rubin had one doctor who spoke such negativity into his condition that he fled from his office at once. In times of crisis, there is no room for any negative energy whatsoever.

3. Take ACTION. – Faith without action is dead. You need to actively participate in your healing and clarity. Rubin committed to 40 days of cleansing his mind and spirit, which meant he had to actively remove any toxic people from his life for his cleanse. He turned off his phone, never checked social media, didn’t research cancer, and wouldn’t even correspond with doctors on a regular basis. The only time he spoke with his doctor was every two weeks when blood test results arrived (which were steadily improving without ANY medicine, by the way…) In addition, he also committed to a drastically new diet that consisted of a ‘back to the basics’ approach inspired by The Bible. Learn more about this diet here.

4. WALK IN HEALING .– Act as though you are already healed. No matter the odds that were against him, Rubin walked and talked as if he was healthy. He spoke words of abundance, prosperity, health and wellness over his life. As stated before, the word ‘cancer’ never left his lips.

5. SHARE YOUR STORY WITH SOMEONE. – On the day of his final test results, Rubin and his wife drove to the hospital to pick up the manila envelope that would contain his fate inside. The results were stunning. His numbers were ZERO. CANCER FREE. TUMOR FREE. GONE. From 280 to 0. He was a healed man! He knew then and there the last step to claiming victory was to share his story and encourage the world. He continued preaching his message on the importance of a proper diet and mindset, but this time, with way more ammunition. His message became that much more powerful due to the cancer he experienced.

These steps worked for Jordan Rubin to defeat cancer, so imagine what it can do for you and whatever it is you are facing! I believe it can work in all areas of your life, not just physical health, but also, mental health, emotional well-being, relationships, career… whatever YOU want and NEED.

(Replace the word cancer with whatever is threatening your well-being. It can be depression, addiction, loneliness, stress, insecurity, mental illness…)

Then, apply these 5 steps and watch your world transform. I pray it does.

I hope you are starting to see just how powerful you really are. The mind is a powerful thing, so start using yours with intention, affirmation and above all else, unwavering faith.

You are healed.