Laura Kaponer

I am a bitter old hag. There, I said it. I admit it. I’m going to make peace with who and what I am because there is no use continuing to fight it.

How could I? Everything I had been taught about eating disorders had nothing to do with me.

I am learning health, wellness, and joy can be achieved at any size.

Inclusivity in and of itself is beautiful. 

I know something is wrong. At the very same time, I don’t know what it is.

Self-love is a process. It’s an ability and not a given.

I cannot control, undo, or continue to drown in negativity over your choice. What is done is done. It has been done for a long time now.

Recovery isn’t linear. I will never be recovered but rather in various stages of recovery.

Evolution is equal parts exciting and painful.

If a person with BPD sees, hears, and smells something, then how can it be untrue? Third party perspective.

Suicide is not a sign of weakness. It is a symptom of an illness.

My compulsions were an unhealthy relationship creating imbalance in my universe. This perceived coping skill was really a self-destructive behavior.