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Victoria Johnson: ![]() Victoria Johnson transformed her Body, Mind and Spirit releasing over 65 pounds of body fat and overcoming anorexia and bulimia on her way to complete spiritual deliverance. I was born in the segregated parts of the Deep South, one of eleven children. My brothers, sisters and I worked in the fields picking whatever crops were in season, while my father traveled north for months at a time earning a living as a farm worker. Representatives from farms would visit our community and load pick-up trucks with men, driving them throughout the country to what they promised was the land of opportunity. Once the harvest was complete, some of the men would pool their earnings and buy a used car to take them back home; the men who could not afford the trip home would stay on indefinitely. It was always a relief to see my father walking down the road home safe again.
When I was five, my parents relocated the family "up North" permanently so that my father could find more work and us children would have a chance at a good education in nonsegregated schools. I’ll never forget the first day. As I peered into the classroom window, I was so nervous I felt sick. Here I was, one of four black children in the entire school, staring into a sea of faces, with not one person looking like me. Not one! The teacher tried to reassure me: ?It’s okay, Victoria. We’re all the same, no matter what color our skin is.? Yet I wasnt seeing color. I was seeing little legspair after pair of skinny little legs. And my legs didnt look like that! Mine were big and round and they rubbed together when I walked. The teacher continued to try to coax me into the room. They are just like you, she said. I wanted to scream, Theyre not like me! I have thighs and they dont! As I took my seat, which felt snug against my body, I realized for the first time in my life that I was different: I was big. Despite every attempt to lose weight and be accepted by the other kids, I never outgrew my baby fat. By the time I reached high school, I was obsessed with food and dieting. As soon as I got up in the morning Id think, Whats for breakfast? The last bite of Mamas homemade biscuits and butter had me thinking about what she packed me for lunch. By the time I went to college, one of my friends had taught me a handy technique for keeping weight offthrowing up. I spent a good portion of my college years hunched over a toilet and trying to hide my habit, out of shame. Yet despite throwing up, I still managed to gain the freshman fifteen1and then some. Instead of paying attention to the signals my body was sending melow energy, depression and headachesId reach for a candy-bar pick-me-up or a jolt of soda with lots of caffeine. Continued on page 2... For more information, Free monthly health and fitness articles and to purchase
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