Diana Reader

Because I knew my therapist was right, and I wanted to keep being wrong. I wanted to keep my bad habit like charms on a bracelet. I did not want to be brave. I think I like my brain best in a bar fight with my heart. I think I like myself a little broken, with rough edges, a little harder to grasp.  I like poetry better than therapy anyway. The poems never judge me for healing wrong. [Clementine von Radics] Isn't that the truth?  A part of us wants to hold on to that familiar brokenness, that comforting sweet song we sing of our guilty indiscretion, painting a picture of the little box we sit in.  Change is hard, and redefining yourself even harder. "Transformation isn't sweet and bright.  It is a dark and murky, painful pushing.  An unraveling of the untruths you've carried in your body.  A practice in facing your own created demons.  A compete uprooting before becoming. {Victoria Erickson} I've become acutely aware of how narrow m...

For the girl who thrives on hunger.  Your growling reminds you of just how much control you have - just how different, just how special you are.  My dear, let me tell you your uniqueness is independent of your size.  Your heart is beautiful and giving, your passion for kindness is what sets you apart.  Your hunger pains are not a sign of control, for what you think you control now will soon control you.  Food does not define you, your love does. For the girl who counts calories instead of counting sheep.  Your obsession will not make you happy, your idea of a good day isn't a day of less than 1000 calories.  Look at the people around you, the life that's happening each beautiful morning, do not miss this because you are so focused on writing food logs and spending hours searching for answers on the internet.  You will not find answers outside yourself.  You must find it in you to look up and realize what truly matters in your life - the peo...