lap to run. The
surrounded by a jail-worthy fence. A popular rumor was that a student
there and it had been shut down ever since.
Looking back, it's easy to see why we turned the
forbidden into the fatal. What else did we know about
pain or death? That isn't true of me anymore. When I saw that collection of
metal and wood standing proudly, that's all I saw. Man-made
materials. Not mystery. Not fright. I save those feelings for hospital
flashbacks. Thanks to celiac disease, I know the horror of my body turning against me. I know the
struggle to separate my identity and my disease-driven
diet.
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Celiac doesn't come with the same warning...
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When celiac's reign reached its
peak, I remember watching my shadow slowly
shrink as I ran around the neighborhood cul-de-sacs. First,
athletic, with a couple handfuls of curves. Then, thin. Then,
skinny. And, finally, my body
stopped running at all.
Over the weekend, that same
shadow was my only
company besides the random rabbit family or crows. Despite the internal changes, my body hasn't
transformed in appearance since middle school. Same "chicken ankles" - a middle school
taunt that still sticks in my mind. Same straight brown hair and "
four eyes." Yet, all I see are
differences when I look in the mirror.
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Eighth grade vs. high school graduation!
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The
strength - physically and mentally - gained since I decided a blood test wouldn't also
diagnose my choices in life. The confidence since I've chosen to
embrace every aspect of my body - injuries, dietary
restrictions, and all.
And the
love that I feel with every bite of 100% gluten free, dairy free
banana ice cream. With every
kiss from a boyfriend who doesn't mind brushing his teeth after each meal. With every step of my
sneakers hitting the ground without pain - or worries over weight loss -
freezing me in place.
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Back in the game!
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Three days of
running. Five years of reflection. When I lined up at my
role-call number for PE every morning, I couldn't have imagined the issues I'd be running from. Stomach hurt? "Gluten" kicked out of the picture? Lose another 2 pounds? Time for a
stress-relieving, pavement-pounding distraction.
Now, though, I'm running for
me again. Running for freedom. For the wind in my face and the
soreness in my legs. I'm running on reflection - on my past and future.
Are you a runner? How have you changed this middle/high school? Comment below!
I love that I finally conquered my biggest goal and started running in November! It means so much more to me than just "running"! It is a milestone in my life and proves I can do anything!
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