Every “Bad” Habit Is a Doorway to Love

Skillful outer support allowed me to deeply enquire into my patterns with food. Each habit revealed a way my false but familiar shape – my ego – did it’s best to support and guide me in the absence of something more loving, true, and real.

Disengaging from negatively judging, comparing, and depriving myself made space for me to find an inner source of guidance that knows what’s truly best for me and shows me the way with love, efficiency, and brilliance.

Enquiring into my willful rebellion with food transformed my self-destruction into true strength, determination, and authenticity.

Exploring my indulgence and over-permissiveness with food allowed me to embody the compassion and tenderness that healed my deepest wounds.

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