For 6 1/2 years, I’ve impeded this part of my state pilgrimage obscured. The things I went through, the ways I felt, and the secrets I was too ashamed to share.
They altered me almost every day. The anxiety, the tendernes, the unease. Ever there, always present, choosing so much better of what I could and couldn’t do.
I was panicked of anyone finding out…
I worried about what you’d gues or say or do. I worried about whether you’d judge me or believe lower levels of me. I dreaded being called a hypocrite for sharing health recipes, when my torso gaped and behaved so far from “healthy.”
It feels like it’s time to pull back the shroud. It feels like it’s time to share.
Especially what I learned as a result of the past 6 1/2 years.
If you’re simply interested in recipes, I’m not offended. I’ll be back next week to share a brand new one.
But for now…
These are my mysteries. This is my story.
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