Overcoming a Bad Body Image Day

Body activists don’t have it all figured out. I still feel the effects of our messed up society. If I’m lucky, it’s a simple “Aw man, I feel sucky” but other days it’s “I’m the ugliest person on the planet.”

Self-love has helped me build an armor against the evil voices hissing in my head, and more often than not, I can snap out of it pretty quickly. But some days, I can’t shake the pure hatred, even though my brain knows that it’s bullshit. I’ll fully admit that I have these days, especially when my digestive issues start flaring up or a war breaks out on my face.

You can have a bad body image day while still having a positive body image overall. We all have bad body image days, but it doesn’t have to be the theme.




What happened? Just yesterday you felt fine. Now you feel like an overinflated circus balloon only able fit into palooza pants (maybe).

Sometimes our brains don’t always listen to reason. Sometimes our eyes don’t see our bodies for what they really are. Every reflection we look into is distorted and we shoot down every compliment and attempt to feel better about ourselves. It’s freaking HARD!

It sucks to feel embarrassed or unhappy with yourself, but in a world where we’re constantly falling into the comparison trap, it helps to have a few tricks up your sleeve to flip your mindset around.

Remember, practice makes perfect  progress, so using these tricks over and over is the way to adapt and build new habits.




❤ Hold up. Pause. Take a few moments to think and breathe before your decide to launch into a mental tirade on your appearance. Ask yourself: What am I feeling right now that’s making me unhappy? Is it stress, anxiety, feeling overwhelmed? What happened or what am I worried about that’s making me feel this way? What kind of a long-term solution can I put into place to change the thing that’s bothering me? And what kind of short-term self-care plan can I design in the meantime? What would be more beneficial to channel my energy into today?

❤ Do the opposite action. Find something on your body that you are thankful for and take a moment or two to thank it! This could mean writing it down, saying it out loud in the mirror, or quietly saying it to yourself. Instead of focusing on the way your body looks, start acknowledging and appreciating your body for all that it allows you to do. Your body is strong, powerful, and beautiful, regardless of it’s size.




❤ Remember that nobody else is as hard on yourself as you are. We are by far our own worst critics. If you find yourself obsessing about how you don’t like a physical characteristic (especially one that you have zero control over), know that the majority of people you come in contact with today probably won’t even think twice about it.

❤ Stay off social media. It’s a constant stream of people’s highlight. Filters and photo-altering tools are everywhere. Instead of looking at photos and videos of perfection on social media, spend time with real people. Yep, real-life people that you see face-to-face, that haven’t been harming themselves as they prepare for magazine cover shoots and don’t have flawlessly airbrushed skin. Have real conversations, laugh (laughing = instant happy pill!) and keep your phone in your bag.



❤ Practice self-care. Don’t let yourself go down the self-hate path. When you find yourself feeling the bad body vibes, find something else to occupy your mind and distract yourself with healthy coping mechanisms. Call a supportive friend, cuddle with a pet, pick up a good book, paint your nails, listen to your favorite song, color a picture, knit something, etc. Dig deep into that took box and find something to get blissfully lost in.

❤ Practice self-love. Instead of being mean to yourself, make the choice to practice self-compassion. Remind yourself of your ultimate goal to love and accept yourself. Instead of focusing on your flaws, tell yourself “I am a work in progress.” Repeat to yourself, “I was not put here to be perfect.” Over time you will begin to internalize this self-compassion and it will start to feel more natural.



❤ Remind yourself of how much more you are than a body: A scale measures your gravitational pull towards earth. That is all. You are so, so much more than a number. You are your ambitions, your bravery, your triumph over adversity. You are your dreams, your passions, your soul. You are a living, breathing miracle. You are you!

❤ Feelings are temporary. Approach it the same way that you might with any other kind of bad day: Remind yourself that a day is only 24 hours long, and tomorrow might be different. Accept what you have no control over, and then focus on what you can change about your outlook. Remind yourself that feelings are temporary, and this feeling will pass.




❤ Challenge your negative thoughts. Give that nagging voice the fleeting attention it so craves, and then remind it, “Even if that were true, I’d still be so worth loving.” Say, “Hey! That girl you’re bullying is my friend. She is pretty dang awesome!” You may not be able to change the way you feel about your body today, tomorrow, or a month from now, but you can begin the process by challenging the thoughts in the moment. Even if you don’t believe the things you say to counter the voice, it’s still important to speak out against it, because each time you argue with the thoughts, you are taking away some of their power and reclaiming your own. The more you challenge the thoughts, the less you will believe them. The more you argue back, the easier fighting the voice will become.




And if none of these work, and you still feel stuck…

❤ Allow yourself to feel your feelings. Let yourself be frustrated, mad, upset, depressed… for five minutes. It’s 100% ok to experience negative emotions – it’s what makes us human. Having said that, it’s not fun to feel crappy. If you were to take a sip of tea that was too hot and burned your tongue, you wouldn’t just keep chugging it down, right? Similarly, don’t make your misery last any longer than it needs to. Whether that means throwing a tantrum on the floor, venting to a friend on the phone, punching a pillow, screaming in your car, or crying in bed, you need to allow yourself to feel your feelings. Let go of the judgement you have about what you feel and recognize that you are feeling these things for a reason. Give yourself permission to release your emotions and let everything out — just don’t dwell on it for longer than five minutes.

Remember that everyone feels this way from time to time. You’re not alone! Coping with bad body image days may not be easy, but it is possible.

And now I’d like to know, what do YOU do when you have a beyond crummy bad body day? Leave your suggestions in the comments below.

I’m looking forward to hearing them so I can put them in my pocket for next time. Because, y’know, there will be a next time.

My Secret to Reading Tons of Books

“So please, oh please, we beg, we pray

Go throw your TV set away

and in its place, you can install

a lovely bookshelf on the wall.”

  •  “Television” by Roald Dahl


I like to believe that people who don’t enjoy reading simply haven’t found the right book yet, but more and more I see that this isn’t the case for most people.

Our attention spans have decreased. We can’t sit still enough to read books. Instead, we pick up a book only to then take out our phones and endlessly scroll. When we stop scrolling, we forget why we picked up the book in the first place.

The beautiful stories that lie in literary fiction are awaiting us.


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For me, reading is like breathing. Sometimes when I’m reading, I’m so immersed in the other world that I can’t even hear my mom calling me for dinner. Reading lets me get out of my head and explore something else. In the words of Rory Gilmore, “I live in two worlds, one is a world of books.” Among many things, reading broadens your perspective, relaxes your mind, amplifies your creativity, expands your vocabulary, and sharpens your focus. 

In fact, the one habit ultra-successful people have in common is their reading habits. (Check it out!)

And there’s nothing sexier than a book shelf.




When I’m not doing other things, you’ll find me like this, curled up with my nose buried in a book, which stirs a question by many — “How do you read so much?”

Always be reading. That’s always my first answer. The single best way to read a lot of books is to always be reading. On your commute. Before bed. At lunch. It’s not about reading at the cost of doing something else, it’s about reading when you aren’t doing anything. You’d be amazed at how often you can sneak in a few pages. Baby napping? Read a page. Waiting in the doctor’s office? Read a page. Five minutes until class starts? Ok, you get the idea.


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Set a goal. On January 1, I set a reading goal for the year. Note: it’s important to make it a realistic goal. It’s always better to start low and surpass your goal than struggle to hit it. I set a goal to read, on average, a book a week, or 52 a year. It doesn’t work out to exactly a book a week, but the goal keeps me on track.

Read what you love. I do think you can cultivate a love of reading. Many of us learn to not like reading because in school, we’re forced to read in a way that doesn’t work for us — the wrong content, the wrong pacing, the wrong explorations. If you are trying to cultivate a love of reading, read things that you love. It could be comics, it could be memoirs of your heroes, or it could be small town mysteries. It doesn’t matter. If you don’t know, start something and see. The important thing is to be honest with yourself. If you don’t like it, stop reading it, even if it’s the book of the year, and even if your best friend said you’d love it.


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Don’t be afraid to quit a book, but do so sparingly. If some book isn’t doing it for you, it’s okay to quit reading it, but I’ve found that persevering often reaps rewards. A good rule of thumb is to only quit a book after you’ve gotten a third of the way, or even half of the way through. 

Wean off social media. Try to cut down on time-wasters. Turn off your phone. Think about the hours you spend mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook. With all that stimulation gone, your mind will find reading literature a lot more appealing.

Get a library card. Reading is free! Get all the books your heart desires. The library is truly my happy place, and it is gravely underutilized.




Build a reading list. I am a die-hard Goodreads fan. Right now I have about 713 books in my queue. If you finish one book, pick up the next. I like to read a single page of a new book as soon as I finish the last book. This way, I’m committed to reading another book. 

Download Goodreads. It’s the only social media I will ever tout. When I type ‘goo’ into my browser, Goodreads comes up before Google.

  • It makes reading social. 
  • It encourages you to read more books. 
  • It helps you keep track of books you’ve read and want to read
  • It recommends books based on your interests

And much more!

It’s like the happiest cult I’ve been a part of. Anytime someone mentions anything to do with books, I say, “You know what would help with that? Goodreads.” Go ahead and follow me while you’re at it. 




Get started. That’s it. The final tip is to quit with the excuses and just dive in! I’ve compiled a short list of some of my 5-star rated books of a variety of genres to get you started:

  • The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
  • Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes
  • Me Before You by Jojo Moyes
  • Scrappy Little Nobody by Anna Kendrick
  • Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn

Happy reading!

How I’ve Reclaimed Exercise in Recovery

No exercise, I was told on that first day in treatment.

Are you shitting me? I said out loud. My legs were shaking. I remember this because I was told to stop shaking my legs for fear I was trying to “burn calories” in my seat.

We do light stretches, my case manager said, smiling, as though she was handing me a golden nugget. 

Rolling my eyes, I protested. Exercise is a huge part of my life.

I’m aware, she said, glancing at my chart in her hand. We have to strip you of your negative habits, she explained. And then we’ll build them back as you progress.

Logical, I thought begrudgingly. But still bullshit. I pestered a bit more, but ultimately I knew I wasn’t going to win the war.



What comes to mind when you hear that word?

Do you feel anxious, maybe because you wish you could be doing it right now? Do you feel guilty, maybe because you know you’re pushing your body beyond the extreme as a way to burn calories? Do you have a pit in your stomach because you use exercise as a form of self-punishment? Do you feel obligated in order to earn the right to consume food?

Your gut reaction to that word says a lot about your relationship with it.

There will come a point in your recovery where you’ll be given the “all clear” by your doctor to begin physical activity or exercise. But the real question is: should you?

ED is a stealthy bastard. And one of the things he’s best at is morphing your eating disorder.


Eating disorders are very prevalent in the running community, but not often talked about.

When I first began to run in April of 2014, I hated it. In fact, it was not a love affair that started from the beginning, but something I did because I wanted to be a runner. I had childhood asthma. I never ran in high school; in fact, I couldn’t even run a mile in gym class. I wanted to be one of those people who can run miles and miles and miles.

And I did. I ran my first marathon a little over a year later.

I truly loved running, and I had fun doing it. I couldn’t function a day without my sneakers hitting the pavement. It was my escape from the tribulations of everyday life, my way of survival through grueling stress and overactive emotions. All I had to do was tie my laces, shut off my brain, and go. For miles and miles and miles.

It wasn’t until my post-marathon injury that I realized why running was vital.




Eating disorders are neurological manifestations, with biological, psychological, temperamental, social, cultural, and interpersonal factors. 

My treatment team described my triggers as a matchbook. All of the elements were lined up — my genetics, my personality, my childhood — and it took one event, one experience to light the match that started the fire.

A traumatic event in February of 2015 started my smoke.

I didn’t wake up one morning and decide to have an eating disorder. It doesn’t work that way. But I have memories that come in flashes during the months following, memories of vomiting, restricting, binging…falling…sinking… it was misdirected self-punishment.

And then I found running.


I loved the runner’s high, the rush of endorphins that pulsed through my body after a run. It kept me coming back for more, lacing up shoes day after day.

But I went from wanting a runner’s high to needing it, and then from needing it to not having it all, and the result nearly killed me.

Blistered feet, salt-stained skin, and aching muscles were my coping mechanism. Running helped mask my depression, but after my injury, everything fell apart. Iliotibial band syndrome was nothing compared to the storm that came my way.

What started as hobby turned into a method of control. Runners live by the mantra that “our minds give up before our bodies do.” For me, that meant I could train myself to shut off my mind and push through the physical grit. It was the only way to shut down the voice of my inner demon, and runner’s high was the perfect surge of happiness.


I still remember the panic when I realized I couldn’t run anymore. The horror when my first thought was, “I am going to gain a million pounds.” I realized marathon training made me feel better about eating.

I will never forget sitting on a bench at Goodale Park in Columbus with a frequent marathoner who told me, “When I need to drop a few pounds before a race, I stop eating peanut butter.” I was confused. Why would he need to drop a few pounds before a race? “Oh, the lighter you are, the faster you run,” he said.

A switch had flipped. Being lighter could provide me with an extra edge that I wanted and needed to become a better runner. In addition to decreasing my food intake, I increased my mileage. Counter intuitive, but I ran faster and got better. Eating disorder or not, I was getting compliments on my appearance like never before, and I was not about to change my habits that were working so well.

“Omg Laurie, you’re so skinny! I’m so jealous. What’s your secret?”
“I’m a runner.”

Read as: I run off everything I eat.
Read as: Food makes me feel guilty.
Read as: Thank you for fueling my eating disorder.



As I flip through my journal entries during that time, I wrote a lot about not understanding “what was wrong with me,” not understanding “why these feelings have come back,” and why I felt “so… so… paralyzed, like I’m on auto-pilot, like a deformed creature, unblinking, pale-skinned, and slow.”

Looking at this now, as someone in recovery, it’s obvious. Eating disorders are a way coping with emotional distress and underlying issues. That’s one of the many reasons recovery is SO damn hard. When you take away the coping method, what are you left with? All of the pain, suffering, and emotional distress you spent all your energy and time avoiding.

I couldn’t run, so I stopped eating. I couldn’t control the my life, so I controlled the number on the scale. I didn’t want to think about my trauma, so I spent every millisecond thinking about food, numbers, and starving. I couldn’t handle my feelings of guilt and shame, so I stopped handling anything at all. When your life is devoted to becoming The Smallest Person on the Planet, there isn’t much time to worry about other responsibilities.


So how did I do it? How did I break the chains that kept me in bondage to olympian-caliber workouts and marathon runs day after day after day?

I listened to my treatment team and…. I GAVE IT UP COLD TURKEY. No running. No gym. No lengthy walks. No fitness classes. No exercise. NONE.

Had I never fully given up exercise, I truly do not think I would be where I am today. I had a seriously unhealthy relationship with my body that would never had mended if I had continued to rigorously exercise throughout my recovery. I had damaged my body for so long, I needed to allow it time to repair and relax. I also needed to learn that it is okay to not exercise. I needed to heal my mind and to learn that there is more to life.

I wanted to fully free myself, so I let myself just live. I ate foods that were previously “off-limits.” I relaxed. I trusted my treatment team and let them do their work.

I want to say that this was my happy ending, but not yet.


I felt like a whale. I thought I’d have to be carted out with a forklift. I felt like I had failed myself. I hated myself. I hated my “fat” body and for “letting myself go” and for “ruining myself.”

“I never would have gone through recovery if I knew I’d end up fat!!!” I screamed. 

So, after eight months of no exercise, and without telling anyone, I turned to running. Ah, secrecy… ED thrives off secrecy.

But it wasn’t the same. In fact, I hated every second of it. I couldn’t shut my brain off, and I realized, I had nothing to tune out. I didn’t want to run anymore, and I couldn’t understand why.

Did I miss running? Yes, but mostly because I thought running was what prevented me from gaining weight. Running was not running anymore. It was this monster pressuring me to keep my body a certain way. I had something to prove, and I wanted to be the girl that defeated anorexia and ran better because of it.

But, that didn’t happen. You can only push yourself for so long before you burn out. 


I worked with my therapist and a trainer and I said goodbye to cardio and hello to strength training. 

Many months later, I’m more confident than ever, and NOT because of my body size. Of course, weight lifting is no cure for an eating disorder, but lifting gave me a way of seeing that my body could be something other than a passive object to be looked at… something that could be capable and skillful, rather than just an object of my criticism. 

It shifted my mindset. Lifting weights feels positive because I am gaining muscle and strength. I am not focused on burning calories or losing weight. I don’t see “calories burned” like I do on an exercise machine or on my run tracker. I just train my body, sweat, smile, and go home. I push myself, but not too hard. I work out, but not too much. I eat when I’m hungry, and I never skip my square of dark chocolate after dinner. 


That balance isn’t something I woke up one day and found. It took hard work, but it was hard work that I was willing to do. I had a goal of loving myself, a goal to find a balance, a goal to build healthy habits instead of turning to ED and I work every day to get better and get closer to those goals. 

Relapse is something I fear. I do not want to go down that dark, lonely path again, so I am very careful with what I do. I have adopted a spirit of gentleness with myself. I ask, “What is the best way I can love myself right now? before making decisions.

The key to finding balance is being brutally honest with yourself and your intentions. Physical movement shouldn’t make you feel worn out and depleted; instead, it can be fun and enjoyable and make you feel good. 

I suggest the same to you.

Some days will be easy, and some days will be hard. The process of recovery is about pushing the eating disorder out of it’s comfort zone, while also being OK with messing up and being human.

We make mistakes. As someone who strived for perfection for so long, a mistake can be very hard to deal with. There is a quote in John Steinbeck’s East of Eden that says…

“And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.”

Something about this quote speaks to me so much –– this idea that goodness and perfection are not the same thing and that actually striving for perfection can inhibit us from feeling goodness and from feeling joy and from having the peace of mind that I personally associate with goodness and feeling good.


Let go of old beliefs. Many of us who have had an eating disorder associate exercise with weight loss and control. Scratch everything you thought you knew about exercise and open your mind to building a new relationship with it. Whenever you mind goes to calories or time frames associated with ED, gently ask it to “let go.”

Be curious. Find balance with exercise by inviting curiosity in and trying new activities that are fun. You may be so used to associating exercise with “have to’s” and “should’s” that you don’t know what activities you truly find enjoyable. Be willing to try new things. 

Get support. Meet with, at the very least, an eating disorder specialist before hitting the gym to determine whether you’re in a good place mentally. Also smart: getting a physical to ensure you’re at a healthy and appropriate weight.

Figure out the food. Exercising means burning more calories, which means you need to eat more to ensure you stay at a healthy weight. But tracking your meals or counting calories, even if it’s just to figure out how much more you need to eat, can be triggering. It can become too compulsive. I suggest working with a registered dietitian to develop a plan.

Start slow. Yoga and other similar grounding, stabilizing forms of exercise are probably best, especially when you’re first getting back into a fitness routine. Group workouts are also better than solo sports. But eventually with the right prep and team of support, it’s possible to do almost anything safely.

Limit yourself. Find balance with exercise by stopping when your body says it’s tired. If you are not used to exercising, practice mindful walking out in nature. You should never be exercising for more than 45 minutes to an hour at a time. It’s important to use your wise mind and set a time limit. ED can very easily trick you into “just 10 more minutes” or “just one more mile.” 

Watch for these red flags. Feeling guilty if you miss a workout. Becoming overly rigid about your gym plans (like refusing to skip if it’s raining or you’re not feeling well). Modifying your diet based on your exercise (“I didn’t work out today, so I can’t eat X”). Comparing your body to other people’s. Exercising for longer and longer periods of time, and rationalizing it away. Frequent injuries like pulled muscles or stress fractures. These are all signs that you need to step back and meet with your therapist—your gym habit is getting out of control.

Avoid using technology to track. It’s too easy for people to become highly preoccupied and obsessed with food, weight, steps, and calories with these devices. ​The use of food tracking apps is what catapulted my eating disorder to the next level. It gave me an easy way to self-destruct under the guise of becoming healthier. One of the symptoms of anorexia nervosa is an obsession with exactly what these apps provide: the impulse to track every calorie that goes into, and out of, your own body. After a while, it helped me memorize the calories on everything, and encouraged me to cut out entire food groups from my diet. These apps made me dissociate from my body, causing me to look at myself as an element to control. My ED loved this, as eating disorders are all about turning away from the voice of your own body, and proving your own self-control by listening other voices instead. ​

Avoid the scale. Scales lie. They don’t really give you your true weight, so why torture yourself? They don’t reflect hormonal changes like water retention or irregular bowel movements, and we all know that muscle weighs more than fat. Disempowering the scale is an act of courage and liberation. 

Enjoy movement again. 

  • What movement did you enjoy as a child?
  • Did you enjoy being out in nature or in classes with others?
  • Did you enjoy biking in the neighborhood with friends?
  • Do you find pleasure in exercise?
  • Can you make it a social event?

And, if you are still struggling with an eating disorder or are early on in your recovery, consult with your treatment team.


ED used to sit on a couch right in the center of my mind, but now, he’s locked outside of the house.

All I can do is confront the issue – accept that ED can unlock the door – but know that by waking up and choosing recovery, I will remain victorious.

Just because I’ve got some ashes doesn’t mean I didn’t put out the fire. 

Why I’m No Longer Vegan

Disclosure: I have nothing against veganism, nor am I trying to impose my beliefs onto others. This is simply my experience and how I responded to this lifestyle.

I have waited 4 months to write this blog post out of fear of backlash, but I think I am finally ready to explain more about why I chose to leave the vegan community.

Laurie Hamame

Ball of sunshine. Chronic giggler. A lover of all things sweet potato. An overly friendly, world traveling, body positive warrior. Avid bookworm. Self-proclaimed chef and spiritually Italian. Promotor of daily walks, coffee dates and 30-second dance parties.

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