Once Upon A Time...

We all know how this story begins, but trust me when i say that the hero, the villain, and the plot are far from orthodox and even farther from being universally acknowledged. It's time I think we exposed the fairytale. And so it begins...

                Once upon a time there lived a girl trapped in what seemed to be an inescapable existence; a tower she couldn't fathom nor dare try escaping. She was captive to her own bulimia and yet felt herself a foreigner to her plight. The efforts of countless allies and suitors failed to free her or awaken her inner strengths. When the tower felt increasingly like an inevitable burial site, the girl saw a crack in the mortar; one that had obviously always been there but never appearing to her distorted vision. The crack revealed a glimpse of daylight almost blinding, surely overwhelming at the least, but she couldn't take her eyes off of it. An existence outside of the impenetrable stone walls was real. The desire to escape began to breathe; it became as real as the suns light on the other side. That day, the tower lost its height by 50 feet and its walls became thinner. That day bulimia became a room that had an exit. That day the tower lost its chance at ever becoming her final resting place.

Here is where i ruin the ending... This is not a fairytale. It is not fictional and it has no alternate ending. This is my life and it is my experience as a woman in recovery from an eating disorder. If this is your story, read it with me. If this is not your story, it can be... Start by telling yourself it WILL be.

xo, Franny

                                                              photo cred: http://www.kateforsyth.com.au/kates-blog/page/5/