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Hi.

My name is Madelyne Riley, welcome to my blog. Anorexic turned foodie, I'm here to champion eating disorder recovery and body positivity.  I'm having my cake, eating it too, then going back for seconds.  

Skirting the Issue

Skirting the Issue

If you follow me on Instagram (@pointy.chin.diearies), you're probably sick of me talking about the Little Mekong Night Market.  Sorry, I'm still talking about it, bear with me.  

Inspired by the night markets of Southeast Asia, this annual event hosts a plethora of restaurants and performers, you're guaranteed to find something to love.  I am ashamed to admit it, but last weekend was my first time there. I will not be missing this foodie nirvana of an event again, I assure you.  Go there.  Seriously, go.  Mark your calendars, don't miss it in 2019.

What I would really like to talk about is the skirt I wore.  Gorgeous, isn't it?  I found it, ohhhhh I want to say...... 5 years ago on a sale rack at a used clothing store, so I don't need to tell you that I got a steal of a deal on it.  I was in the "medium" section, but I tried it on anyway.  It was too big, it sat lower on my hips than it was meant to, so it hit in a strange place. This meant that it was too long, so I had to wear giant heals with it.  But the price was right and it was a vintage treasure, so yes, I took it home with me.  

Last week when I got dressed for the Night Market, I busted out that skirt for the first time in years and had a teensy weensy little itty bitty bit of a breakdown.  It fit, and I was horrified.  It FIT.  FIIIIIT.  It was supposed to be too big!  This is a medium, I can't wear a medium! What a catastrophe!!  And then I took a second look.  It fit, which meant that I've gained weight in the past five years for sure, and of course that's the absolute worst thing that can happen to a person, but it also mean that, well, it fit.  It sat at my natural waist instead of lower on my hips, so it was more comfortable.  Because of this, it was no longer too long, so I could wear sensible shoes, making the entire night much more enjoyable.  It used to hang straight down, but now it hugged my hips and showed off my curves a bit.  Could it be that gaining weight isn't the end of the world?  Could it be that, wait for it, gaining weight is a good thing???

I'd be lying to you if I said I went to the market fully confident, feeling great about my body.  Big fat nope on that one, but we're getting there, folks.  I wore the skirt, the skirt did not wear me.  And I still ordered the ice cream, and thank God I did because I swear to you, I am a better person for experiencing that purple yam softserve. 

Grieving my Fantasy Body

Grieving my Fantasy Body

I Drank Poison on Purpose.

I Drank Poison on Purpose.