A tribute to love, grace, redemption, beauty. For all of us on a journey. ‘Recovering’ or not. ‘Eating disorder’ or not.
Life: As told by the Driftwood
I once was a tree. Strong. Grounded. Bountiful.
One day the wind came and knocked me down. I drifted down the river into the sea. I was knocked around by waves; beat up by rocks. Battered. Swept away to foreign shores. I thought this was the end.
Until one day some one saw me. They thought I was beautiful. They thought the carved out lines that I called scars, added character.
They were celebrating love that day and thought I was a worthy enough object to remind them of love.
They took me home, just as I am. Gave me a home, and a purpose.
I now shine light once again.
Guess what. You’re a driftwood too.