One Last Family Dinner: Sobriety, Recovery, and Choosing Myself Over Who My Parents Want Me to Be


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I learned from a young age that being a woman meant being hungry. Always, always, hungry. I learned that being a woman meant being small, being good, being quiet, and being straight. It wasn't lost on me that these rules didn't fit with who I was. I wasn't small. I wasn't good, I wasn't quiet, and I wasn't straight. So instead, I learned how to disappear. Idisappeared inside binge drinking. I disappeared inside diets that quickly became starvation - the I'd run until my legs gave out.After dozens of hours spent in clinician's offices and too many nights wishing I was dead, I realized the truth: I needed help. I needed to confront the toxic lessons I'd learned