a bunch of people have been asking me to post my favorite ted talks and i haven’t gotten back to anyone specifically yet, so i decided to make a grand master post of all of my personal favorites !!
science-y / medical:
- my stroke of insight
- can the damaged brain repair itself?
- science can answer moral questions
- the most important lesson from 83,000 brain scans
- what hallucination reveals about our minds
- the world needs all kinds of minds
- the mysterious workings of the adolescent brain
- why dieting doesn’t normally work
- conception to birth— visualized
life lessons / inspiration:
- in search of the man who broke my neck
- your elusive creative genius
- a story about knots and surgeons
- the happy secret to better work
- how the worst moments in our lives make us who we are
- a life lesson from a volunteer firefighter
- my escape from north korea
mental health / psychology:
- a tale of mental illness— from the inside
- the power of vulnerability
- how electroshock therapy changed me
- the voices in my head
- listening to shame
- music is medicine, music is sanity
- on being just crazy enough
- the origins of pleasure
- the surprising science of happiness
plain cool / random:
better for me
doesn’t have to mean
“just a little off my hinges,”
versus, “completely fucked up”
and that’s okay.
Someone asked me just now, “Does it get better?” and I wanted to share my response:
In a way, it gets easier. What once was such a fervent screaming in your head dies down into an echo, and I think the goal is that that fades away once you immerse yourself into your life again.
It doesn’t go away all of a sudden and I sometimes feel like I’m still so stuck, but time really does change things and you learn how to deal with the little bits of life you’ve avoided.
It reminds me of the quote by C.S. Lewis that says, “Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes but when you look back, everything is different…”
That’s how it was and still is for me. Now, the calories in a cough drop don’t cause me to go into a hysterical fit, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t have break downs about how scary real life is.
It’s not that I have no worries now, it’s just that they’re different. They’re real life worries, but I think that shows growth. So, to answer your question yes, yes it does get better.
10 BETTER BODY AFFIRMATIONS FOR YOUNG WOMEN
1. Your body is in flux for the rest of your life. Think of your body as fluid instead of static — it’s always going to change. So get comfortable with those changes.
2. No one will love you or not love you because of your body. You are lovable because you’re you, not because your body looks a certain way.
3. The most intensely personal relationship you’ll ever have is with your body. It’s a lifelong relationship that’s well worth investing in and nurturing the same way you would with loved ones.
4. You don’t owe your body to anyone. Not sexually, not aesthetically. Your body is yours. Period.
5. What someone else says about your body says more about them than it does about you. Look past the actual snark to the person who’s saying it, because it’s only a reflection of what they think of themselves. That’s when you’ll see how little power their words have.
6. Your body is not a reflection of your character. It’s a physical home for the complex and wondrous and unique being that is you.
7. Take up as much space as you want. You don’t have to be small, or quiet, or docile, regardless of your physical size.
8. Everything you need to accept your body is already inside you. There’s no book, or diet, or workout routine or external affirmation that you need to feel good about your body right now.
9. Your body is a priority. It’s always trying to tell you things. Taking the time to listen to is of the utmost importance.
10. Wear whatever you want. Your body shape does not dictate your personal style, and fashion rules that say otherwise are wrong. Dress yourself in a way that makes you feel happy and confident and beautiful, because guess what? You are.
Every once in a while, I like to take a look over the last three years & appreciate just how far I’ve come. Whilst there’s always room for debate in terms of whether or not it is possible to fully recover from an eating disorder (some believe that it’s something to be managed for the rest of your life, and others believe that leaving your ED behind forever is possible for everyone), I know in my heart that I’ve well and truly let my eating disorder go, and that I’m all the better for it.
Notice the language there; I’ve let my eating disorder go, not “my eating disorder eased its grip on me” (or something similar). Two of the most important things I realised during my recovery process were that a) my recovery was in my hands, and b) that I was not helpless. I realised that I needed to take a deep breath and start tackling my fears and anxieties head on, rather than sit around all day and do research and write diet plans for myself and plan the “perfect” recovery, yadda yadda yadda. No therapist had ever told me this (if anything, my therapists were of the “count your calories and weigh yourself religiously” variety); it was something I had to work out by myself. I had to really, really learn to let it all go.
It’s very important to keep asking yourself the following two questions: "Why does this matter?" and "What am I afraid of?". Ask yourself these whenever you feel the slightest tinge of eating-disordered compulsive-anxiety panic coming on; ask yourself these until you’re blue in the face. Eventually, you will stumble across an uncomfortable truth, and that’s what you need to deal with long-term and manage for the rest of your life - not your weight or your calorie intake, believe me.
Every single morning, same time, same place
I would eat my dry Weetabix
Never toast, never eggs, never milk.
Isolated, lonely, cold
As my spoon dug deeper
Into the dry shards of my dry, cold Weetabix.
Even on Christmas morning
When the house was filled with laughter and smiles and excitement and hot, buttery pastries
I kept on digging, I kept on swallowing
I couldn’t join in
I couldn’t live.
And to have told anyone- ‘milk scares me, breakfast scares me, food scares me’- was unthinkable
They wouldn’t understand
They’d think I was crazy
Maybe I was
So instead I’d continue
Restricting and avoiding and dodging
Complimented on my figure and my willpower and my self-control
How do you do it? They asked
If only they knew
It took years before I decided
That living this life was not living
And I took a deep breath and I took my spoon and I forced myself to eat, every bite a battle
But a battle I am winning
And I am joining in
And I am living.
And now, every morning as I pick up my spoon
I think of all the things I’ve missed out on
Like dancing and restaurants and travelling and exploring and skinny dipping and being wild and crazy and free and young
And I look at my milky Weetabix or toast or eggs or porridge or crumpets or muffin or fruit or yoghurt or WHATEVER
And I eat.