Sweet 16…Kind Of
Sweet 16 was oh so sweet. After at least 6 years of struggling—in and out of treatment centers, low self-esteem, feeding tubes, and countless tears and fights over my refusal to eat Oreos and Popeye’s Fried Chicken—I had a breakthrough.And it all came in the form of a personal trainer.
My doctors and parents were skeptical, but I begged, ”Give me a chance. They eventually gave in with one condition: “If it doesn’t work, you’re going to go back into treatment.”Those words alone were enough to make me decide right away: It WAS going to work. I started meeting with the trainer 3 times per week and, instantly, I came ALIVE. FINALLY someone-a professional-saw me as a PERSON (not a patient), and he began to gradually teach me new insights and truths about my body, food and fitness. (debunking my old myths).
Sweet 16 was a sweet sweet year that lasted for about 12 solid months. Until, something else happened…