New York, new Sarah.
. . .Or something ridiculously cheesy like that.
It’s official: next fall, I will be living in Jersey City, New Jersey, which is a mere subway ride under the Hudson River to New York City (yes, I said UNDER). As soon as I received the news, I started making mental bucket lists of all that I want to do, sites I want to see, and—hardest thing of all—places I want to eat.
You hear of all the stereotypical NYC desserts that everyone needs to try when they visit, and for most people, eating those foods is a fun experience in and of itself. For me, though, it’s not quite so simple.
For me, it will be simultaneously exhilarating and terrifying because I will be fulfilling a dream while also trying to conquer my ultimate demon. Each bite, each new taste of “unsafe” foods, will be a stroke on the canvas, a newly added color swirling with fear and triumph, with tormented thoughts and trembling perseverance.
Each time I choose to say yes, to experience the sweet treats instead of hiding away in my comfort zone, I see new colors emerge, new textures appear as I both create and uncover who I am and who I want to be.
Each little bite is a step towards becoming fully Sarah, not the shell of Sarah taken over by her eating disorder.
So for me, this list is the most important of all: my bucket list of F-you’s to ED: