Featured Stories of Hope
When I look back at my years trapped in the bowels of my eating disorder I still find my recovery nothing short of a miracle. I can hit the rewind button and identify my earliest issues with food. At five years old I began to refuse to eat my mother’s cooking. As a single mother, she worked full time and barely had enough time to think about the dinners she prepared but I couldn’t see that.
The biggest lie that Tumblr ever told me was that an androgynous body is a thin body.
As a genderqueer person, someone who doesn’t strictly identify as a man or a woman, I had always craved a more “androgynous body.” I wanted to be a mish-mash of masculinity and femininity, so that when people looked at me, they could not immediately categorize me.
And so I clung to the beautiful photo sets on Tumblr, the ones with impeccably genderless bodies… which all just so happened to be thin.
Last month my fiancee, Caitlin, and I were at a marriage preparation retreat offered by the Catholic Diocese of Minnesota to couples getting married in the Church within the year.
Although I'm not a Christian, I was looking forward to the retreat. I thought, 'Hey, I get to spend the weekend with my fiancée, meet other couples, and get some good advice about married life.'