Rachel is my spunky red-head friend who coyly christened Shame as Mr Dick. Rachel has more wisdom buried inside her than you and me put together, except that when I first met her, she didn’t know it.
When I met Rachel 6 months ago, she was caught up in that binge/purge cycle that stops you from realizing your self-worth. She was beating herself up for her every move. For doing the job she loved, for living in a part of the country she loved, for moving back home, for being a mess, for trying to clean up the mess but not doing a good enough job.
Yesterday, Rachel sent me an email that rocked my world. She was answering the question, ‘What’s been your favourite adventure in life so far?’
Her answer: Finding love for herself through her bulimia journey.
6 months ago Rachel was despising her bulimia journey. Rejecting it as we usually do, like a tumour attached to us that we can’t wait to cut off.
Except, as she found out, the only way to get rid of this tumour is to melt it away with an adventure of finding true love.
And, as she learned, you have to look no further than the tip of your nose.
Rachel never ceases to amaze me. Like the time she walked into our session carrying a book of poems she had recently written.
She was a poet and she didn’t even know it.
As Rachel has gone on her True You adventure, I have seen her creative expression blossom. This girl’s got talent.
Watch out world. The show’s about to start.
‘A Hidden Treasure’ – by Rachel Grayson
In the dusty planes of the African Savannah,
Lived Boris the bison and a hyena called Hannah.
Now Boris the bison was a musical fellow-
He could sing and break dance, and even play cello
Hyena Hannah always had to convey
to Boris how wonderfully he played
and as he grew cocky she started to ponder,
“What am I good at?” she couldn’t help wonder.
But one boiling summer the sun was so hot
the Savannah animals nearly lost the plot!
They’d ran out of sun cream and the lake nearly dried,
“What are we going to do, we’ll die!”
Boris, too thirsty to break dance or sing,
Sat in a dusty heap wondering
why Hannah Hyena was sniffing and straining,
why digging a big hole was so entertaining.
As she dug and dug at the dusty ground,
nobody bothered to check what she’d found.
But one scorching day she came bounding to take
them to see what she’d found- “CRIKEY, A LAKE!”
You see Hannah hyena dug such a deep hole
that water had filled it from down below.
The animals drank, and cheered “To Hannah!
Thank you for saving us from the Savannah!”
Now Boris could sing and dance again,
he realised he’d not been a very good friend.
He’d underestimated her and made her feel small.
“I’m so sorry my dear, and thanks for our pool.”
So they swam and played and surfed and floated
and the modest hyena not once gloated.
She’d saved her friends, she’d helped them through it
and they loved her, unconditionally, she knew it.