Re: oof. need some support guys :(

[Guest guest]

Hello All,

Thank you for the wonderful feedback and reframing and reaching out to me

in my “hour of needâ€. It took me a couple of hours to get over that, but not

too long ago it would have kept me miserable for days and triggered a diet

fest. I am beginning to realize that I am getting "better" at accepting,

it works and I am less miserable. Just sometimes it's hard to control when its

surprising!

Thanks for the support ladies, during a trying day, I so appreciate it.

I have a poem to share with the group, if you do not mind.

Growing up as an obese child leaves scars there that do not exist if you were

thin then gained the weight as an adult. I find writing poetry has been

helpful. I hope you all like it.

Jenna

My Heart Shakes the Ground Greater

There was a time when

love was rare for me because

I thought love to be like starlight

unable to

penetrate all my fat,

Superman had nothing on these rolls

even kryptonite could not sink past

the layer of loath and into my

red beating soul, actually a bird on

the wing

breathless from the flight and

looking for somewhere to

land and be still.

There was a time when

maybe some boy liked me but I ran

past him fearing

more hateful words I believed them

when they said the ground shook

when I fell, my mass, able to

realign gravity, when rocks were

thrown at me I believed concern was

reserved for

the dainty and small

I was the schoolyard Orca

thick enough to take the abuse, I

spent every day alone on the expansive

playground singing to gulls and

listening

to wind bending grass. Inside me

gentle I heard things they did not.

There was a time when I could not

touch

my body it didn’t exist and I wore

the hell out of that

fuschia sweater 3 sizes too big I

thought it hid until

a high school teacher asked me (and

it usually only takes one) why dont

you ever smile, Jenna?

There was a time my lips cracked but

I

smiled and never stopped from that

time and so

when I walk I don’t

look at the sidewalk anymore. I meet

eyes cause

they burned all the fear off already

once the boiling

point: impurities rarefy leaving

steel cause nothing can

do what has not already been done.

And I am still here.

[Guest guest]

Hi Jenna!

Thank you for sharing your poetry. The honesty was amazing.

Subject: Re: oof. need some support guys :(To: IntuitiveEating_Support Date: Wednesday, February 16, 2011, 10:17 AM

Hello All, Thank you for the wonderful feedback and reframing and reaching out to me in my “hour of needâ€. It took me a couple of hours to get over that, but not too long ago it would have kept me miserable for days and triggered a diet fest. I am beginning to realize that I am getting "better" at accepting, it works and I am less miserable. Just sometimes it's hard to control when its surprising!Thanks for the support ladies, during a trying day, I so appreciate it.

I have a poem to share with the group, if you do not mind. Growing up as an obese child leaves scars there that do not exist if you were thin then gained the weight as an adult. I find writing poetry has been helpful. I hope you all like it. Jenna

My Heart Shakes the Ground Greater

There was a time when

love was rare for me because

I thought love to be like starlight unable to

penetrate all my fat,

Superman had nothing on these rolls

even kryptonite could not sink past

the layer of loath and into my

red beating soul, actually a bird on the wing

breathless from the flight and looking for somewhere to

land and be still.

There was a time when

maybe some boy liked me but I ran past him fearing

more hateful words I believed them when they said the ground shook

when I fell, my mass, able to realign gravity, when rocks were

thrown at me I believed concern was reserved for

the dainty and small

I was the schoolyard Orca

thick enough to take the abuse, I spent every day alone on the expansive

playground singing to gulls and listening

to wind bending grass. Inside me gentle I heard things they did not.

There was a time when I could not touch

my body it didn’t exist and I wore the hell out of that

fuschia sweater 3 sizes too big I thought it hid until

a high school teacher asked me (and it usually only takes one) why dont

you ever smile, Jenna?

There was a time my lips cracked but I

smiled and never stopped from that time and so

when I walk I don’t

look at the sidewalk anymore. I meet eyes cause

they burned all the fear off already once the boiling

point: impurities rarefy leaving steel cause nothing can

do what has not already been done. And I am still here.

[Guest guest]

Beautiful and searing in its honesty. Very brave and wonderful!Abby

 

Hi Jenna!

Thank you for sharing your poetry.  The honesty was amazing. 

Subject: Re: oof. need some support guys

To: IntuitiveEating_Support Date: Wednesday, February 16, 2011, 10:17 AM

 

Hello All,  Thank you for the wonderful feedback and reframing and reaching out to me in my “hour of need”. It took me a couple of hours to get over that, but not too long ago it would have kept me miserable for days and triggered a diet fest. I am beginning to realize that I am getting " better " at accepting, it works and I am less miserable. Just sometimes it's hard to control when its surprising!

Thanks for the support ladies, during a trying day, I so appreciate it.

I have a poem to share with the group, if you do not mind. Growing up as an obese child leaves scars there that do not exist if you were thin then gained the weight as an adult. I find writing poetry has been helpful. I hope you all like it.

Jenna

 

My Heart Shakes the Ground Greater

There was a time when

love was rare for me because

I thought love to be like starlight unable to

penetrate all my fat,

Superman had nothing on these rolls

even kryptonite could not sink past

the layer of loath and into my

red beating soul, actually a bird on the wing

breathless from the flight and looking for somewhere to

land and be still.

There was a time when

maybe some boy liked me but I ran past him fearing

more hateful words I believed them when they said the ground shook

when I fell, my mass, able to realign gravity, when rocks were

thrown at me I believed concern was reserved for

the dainty and small

I was the schoolyard Orca

thick enough to take the abuse, I spent every day alone on the expansive

playground singing to gulls and listening

to wind bending grass. Inside me gentle I heard things they did not.

There was a time when I could not touch

my body it didn’t exist and I wore the hell out of that

fuschia sweater 3 sizes too big I thought it hid until

a high school teacher asked me (and it usually only takes one) why dont

you ever smile, Jenna?

There was a time my lips cracked but I

smiled and never stopped from that time and so

when I walk I don’t

look at the sidewalk anymore. I meet eyes cause

they burned all the fear off already once the boiling

point: impurities rarefy leaving steel cause nothing can

do what has not already been done. And I am still here.

[Guest guest]

What a beautiful, moving, powerful poem!

April

Hello All, Thank you for the wonderful feedback and reframing and reaching out to me in my “hour of needâ€. It took me a couple of hours to get over that, but not too long ago it would have kept me miserable for days and triggered a diet fest. I am beginning to realize that I am getting "better" at accepting, it works and I am less miserable. Just sometimes it's hard to control when its surprising!Thanks for the support ladies, during a trying day, I so appreciate it.

I have a poem to share with the group, if you do not mind. Growing up as an obese child leaves scars there that do not exist if you were thin then gained the weight as an adult. I find writing poetry has been helpful. I hope you all like it. Jenna

My Heart Shakes the Ground Greater

There was a time when

love was rare for me because

I thought love to be like starlight unable to

penetrate all my fat,

Superman had nothing on these rolls

even kryptonite could not sink past

the layer of loath and into my

red beating soul, actually a bird on the wing

breathless from the flight and looking for somewhere to

land and be still.

There was a time when

maybe some boy liked me but I ran past him fearing

more hateful words I believed them when they said the ground shook

when I fell, my mass, able to realign gravity, when rocks were

thrown at me I believed concern was reserved for

the dainty and small

I was the schoolyard Orca

thick enough to take the abuse, I spent every day alone on the expansive

playground singing to gulls and listening

to wind bending grass. Inside me gentle I heard things they did not.

There was a time when I could not touch

my body it didn’t exist and I wore the hell out of that

fuschia sweater 3 sizes too big I thought it hid until

a high school teacher asked me (and it usually only takes one) why dont

you ever smile, Jenna?

There was a time my lips cracked but I

smiled and never stopped from that time and so

when I walk I don’t

look at the sidewalk anymore. I meet eyes cause

they burned all the fear off already once the boiling

point: impurities rarefy leaving steel cause nothing can

do what has not already been done. And I am still here.

[Guest guest]

Wow! I find this extremely powerful. It must be very therapeutic to express

yourself like this.

Sara

>

> Hello All,

>

> Thank you for the wonderful feedback and reframing and reaching out to me in

my

> “hour of needâ€. It took me a couple of hours to get over that, but not too

long

> ago it would have kept me miserable for days and triggered a diet fest. I am

> beginning to realize that I am getting " better " at accepting, it works and I

am

> less miserable. Just sometimes it's hard to control when its surprising!

>

> Thanks for the support ladies, during a trying day, I so appreciate it.

> I have a poem to share with the group, if you do not mind. Growing up as an

> obese child leaves scars there that do not exist if you were thin then gained

> the weight as an adult. I find writing poetry has been helpful. I hope you all

> like it.

>

>

> Jenna

>

> My Heart Shakes the Ground Greater

> There was a time when

> love was rare for me because

> I thought love to be like starlight unable to

> penetrate all my fat,

> Superman had nothing on these rolls

> even kryptonite could not sink past

> the layer of loath and into my

> red beating soul, actually a bird on the wing

> breathless from the flight and looking for somewhere to

> land and be still.

>

>

> There was a time when

> maybe some boy liked me but I ran past him fearing

> more hateful words I believed them when they said the ground shook

> when I fell, my mass, able to realign gravity, when rocks were

> thrown at me I believed concern was reserved for

> the dainty and small

> I was the schoolyard Orca

> thick enough to take the abuse, I spent every day alone on the expansive

> playground singing to gulls and listening

> to wind bending grass. Inside me gentle I heard things they did not.

>

>

> There was a time when I could not touch

> my body it didn’t exist and I wore the hell out of that

> fuschia sweater 3 sizes too big I thought it hid until

> a high school teacher asked me (and it usually only takes one) why dont

> you ever smile, Jenna?

>

>

> There was a time my lips cracked but I

> smiled and never stopped from that time and so

> when I walk I don’t

> look at the sidewalk anymore. I meet eyes cause

> they burned all the fear off already once the boiling

> point: impurities rarefy leaving steel cause nothing can

> do what has not already been done. And I am still here.

>