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Organizations across Canada worked tremendously hard and achieved incredible awareness and recognition for EDAW!

  • Six provincial and territorial proclamations: British Columbia, Alberta, Manitoba, Nova Scotia, Newfoundland & Labrador and the Yukon
  • 37 lightings, including the CN Tower, Toronto Sign, Vancouver City Hall, Calgary Tower, Peace Bridge, Peterborough City Hall, Whitehorse Home Hardware Building Centre, Charlottetown City Hall and and so many more
  • Eating Disorders Awareness Week proclaimed in 71 municipalities.

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Eating Disorders Aren’t Usually Visible—Looking Beyond Body Weight

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A big part of finding myself during my recovery was developing a personal style. I had always liked clothing, but had never really identified what I liked to wear. I knew I loved colour but I never knew where to shop for it and, more often than not, I was too scared to wear the things I liked because I feared the judgement I would or would not receive. Oh how times have changed. Now I dress for me and only me and I love every single item I own.

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Ten years ago I began to see signs in a different language–signs that I ignored. However, even though I disregarded them, they persisted in ever growing intensity.  Was I a traveler exploring this vast world of ours? No. I was just a mom who held down a part time job while homeschooling my two daughters full time.  So, what were these foreign signs?  They were the signs of my youngest daughter’s journey down the rabbit hole we call eating disorders.

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How do you make someone else understand exactly what it’s like to hate yourself? They usually just don’t get it and the conversation ends up as something like this:

“There must be something about yourself that you love.. Or at least like”

“I mean, I get good grades, so I guess I’m not a complete idiot”

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Identity is such a hard concept to grasp. Who are we? Why are we here? What defines us? What defines me? 

What defined me for so long was a debilitating illness known as anorexia. Anorexia was me. I was anorexia. That was my identity. 

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Starting my recovery was the hardest decision I ever made, but I was thankful to have a supportive and trusting person by my side. My partner was the first person I ever opened up to about my eating disorder. Before them, like many, I was very secretive and ashamed of my disorder. Recently, that relationship has ended and as hard as it has been, re-entering the dating world has proven to be even more difficult.

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When I started eating disorder recovery five years ago, I thought—or, really, hoped—it would be like an escalator. You hop on, and whoosh, straight up from there. You decide to recover, then you do it, then you’ve done it. Simple.

That’s not quite how it went.

Today, I feel good. Strong. If not confident, at least less unconfident. Disordered thoughts are few and far between.

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