About the Brave Box founder:

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I was 22 when I was officially diagnosed with an eating disorder, although I’m quite certain my eating disorder behaviors and tendencies began long before then. Like many others, this news came as a shock to me and I spent much of my first few months, in recovery, in complete denial.

In the beginning, I can’t say I ever completely “committed” to the process, but I knew I couldn’t continue down the road I had long been on. It was only about 2 years into my journey, that I truly learned that I had unknowingly made a commitment to getting better, the minute I stepped into my dietitian’s office; and there was truly no turning back.

Now, 5 years into my journey, I still have to remind myself, sometimes daily, that I want to be recovered; that I want a heart, soul and belly that is full and that I can’t have a big life if I’m focused on making myself small.

...”that I can’t have a big life if I’m focused on making myself small.”

When I look back at my first few years of recovery the only word that comes to mind is hope. This 4-letter word has become so powerful to me throughout my journey.  I like to imagine this word as a physical object; in my case, I like to think of it as a suitcase.

This piece of luggage is always stuffed to the brim. Some days, it’s heavy and arduous to carry around, other days it’s easy and swivels everywhere I choose take it. And on my best days, the suitcase is bursting at the seams, dropping contents everywhere for others to hold on to.

The key to this suitcase though, is to have humans who can help you carry it; people who are strong enough to remind you of your own inner strength, who inspire you to keep going on.

I was lucky enough to find these humans and especially one soul in particular, who always carries this hope for me. This person rolls it around when it’s too heavy, too much for me to bear, and then, stands right next to me as I take it on myself.

This you see is hope.
This you see is strength

This you see is hope.

This, you see, is strength.

 And this is my greatest wish for what Brave Box can offer you. A reminder, a source of strength, a friend; something that holds all your dreams and aspirations, carries them when they seem too heavy or unreachable; and then, stands next to you, as you burst at the seams; spreading your full, imperfect, joyful life with others.

I may be what one version of an eating disorder is like, but I am also what hope and strength looks like, and what one-day, recovery will look like.

From this day on, Brave Box and I carry your hope and are committed to bringing you strength.

Be Brave.

XOX Reba