I’m Lindsey

This is how my story begins.

As young as age 8, I remember being self-conscious with my body. I suppose growing up as a dancer & professional figure-skater will do that to you. It was pretty early in life when I established unhealthy patterns with food & my body image. In my mind, the better you looked, the better you performed. The better you performed, the closer to perfection you became. Being perfect was something I longed to become.

When other girls were sleeping in & hanging out with friends, I was practicing at the ice rink. I lived & breathed figure-skating. It was the one thing that made my soul feel truly alive. It gave me peace, safety, worth and structure. It also kept me sane through abusive high-school relationships.

As I got older, the need to become more & more perfect grew stronger. That's when I decided if I could control my weight, then I could finally achieve all that I wanted for myself, on & off the ice. 

My mission to drop ten pounds in order to perform better after an audition with an international skating company quickly spiraled into a pattern of restriction & over-exercising. I counted every calorie in & every calorie out. I became absolutely obsessed with my body image & physical performance. My life came crashing down when my battle with anorexia had finally taken it's toll. In a matter of nine months, my mission to lose weight led to bones, organ failure & misery. I weighed a total of 92 pounds on my petite 5'7 frame & it still wasn’t good enough. I knew I needed help, but I didn't know how to get it or if I truly wanted it. My mind had ultimate control over my heart.

My mom saved my life. (more about that story here)

With treatment, interventions & nutritional therapy I gained the weight back in a healthy way & started transforming my mind & belief in myself in the process. It was then that I knew my recovery was my calling.