Jumping out of a plane with a complete
stranger on my back. Going bungee jumping. Convincing my family to go on
crazy thrill rides with me. No fear of anything ever happening to me. I
was invincible. Had someone asked me what being fearless meant years
ago, even months ago, this most likely would have been my response.
That is until that January morning I sat on my couch and cried. I
wasn’t invincible at all. I was slowly killing myself, and suddenly,
that girl who was so ‘fearless’ was now fearing for her life.
After two months of treatment I realized that being fearless isn’t about any of the above stated items.
Being fearless means waking up every day and living life. Every time
that I choose to eat a meal or a snack that aligns with my meal plan.
Challenging myself and eating ice cream because I want to. Realizing
that even though I relapsed months into recovery, I had the choice to
get back on track. Being open and honest with my husband, support team
and my treatment team, and letting them be open and honest with me (even
if I didn’t want to hear it). Going shopping and buying clothes that
fit my new body. Crying, and crying hard when I need to, not worrying
about who sees me. Sharing my story with others in hopes that maybe I
have impacted at least one person. Voicing my opinion and setting
boundaries when I feel triggered or uncomfortable in a situation. Being
my authentic self, eating what I want to eat, wearing what I want to
wear and acting goofy without fear of judgement. Even when things seem
bad, knowing that I am loved, I do enough and I am enough.
That is what fearless means to me.