I measured my 3D life by a 2D mirror.
It didn't even show ten percent of who I was.
My Story
I was nine when I started
inspecting my body in the mirror.
Turning sideways.
Pinching my skin.
Wishing I looked different.
By fourteen, that obsession took over.
I was diagnosed with anorexia.
I spent months in treatment.
At thirty-four, I hit another low.
Same battle. 20 years later.
I was tired of fighting my body.
I didn’t want this to be my life.
So I asked for help.
Beyond the Mirror
My therapist gave me an exercise:
"Every day, write down one thing your body lets you do.”
So I did.
Today my body let me:
brush my teeth.
get out of bed.
hug my mom.
Small things.
Ordinary things.
Things I had never once appreciated.
Never even thought about.
150 entries later, something clicked.
The body I had hated for years
was the same one carrying me through life.
Your body was never meant to be judged.
It was meant to carry you through life.
Journaling helped me find a better question.
Writing brought me back to myself.
Painting gave those feelings a place to land.
Now, whatever I create, my intention is simple.
Look deeper.
Go beyond the surface.
Start seeing yourself differently.
Coming Home to Myself
Still Practicing
I’m not here to give you a perfectly wrapped success story.
I still have to remind myself every day to focus on
what my body does rather than how it looks.
Beyond the Mirror is part of that daily practice for me.
And I want to share it with you.
If you're here, maybe this is the practice you're looking for.
Let's live beyond the mirror together.
