home is where the body is
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
I know I can always call my body home. Recovering fully from an eating disorder offers many gifts. Among them: a true sense of connectedness, trust, and comfort in the body.

My mother, daughter, and family dog in the house I grew up in.
On Monday evening, I returned back to California after spending ten days at home, in Virginia. Despite having lived in California for five years now, and being a wife, mother, and launching my career here, I still call Virginia home. But the older I get and the more settled I become in my life with my new family, the more confusing this concept of home becomes. Where is home now?
I find comfort in knowing that whether I stay in California for the rest of my life, move back to Virginia to live down the street from my parents, or end up living in another country, I am always at home in my body.
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