Tali’s World

 I was in a webinar today at work.  The overall webinar was about mental health and how to help your co-workers who struggle with it.  They gave some great insight on how to help those who struggle.  I really hope those who do not struggle in the office will watch it.  It will help them to help us who do.  In the webinar they talked about safety.  I have been thinking about that since the webinar. Earlier this week I was told "I wish you felt safe here." The thing is feeling safe isn't just about feeling safe where I am not going to get hurt.  I can feel safe walking into a building, and I know I shouldn't be physically harmed in form or fashion.  That is safety, right?  We can make our building safe for those who walk in who are just getting to know us feel comfortable in a way to allow them to talk to us. What if we only make it safe for the outsiders?  How are the people who work in the building supposed to feel safe? Safety isn't just about physical.  It's

 Most of my life I have struggled with food.  As you look at me you would see a person who looks like they have no problem with it. I am a very plus size person and many people do not have find my attractive due to my size.  That is a whole other story and blog for another time.  Food has never been a friend of mine. It has always been an enemy. Starting from a young age I can remember the struggle with food.  I thought it started when I was when in middle school.  As I was talking to a friend of mine recently, I discovered, it went much deeper than middle school.  The fight with food started when I was about 8 years old.  When I was just in 2nd grade.   I was put in counseling in second grade because I could not say the word "fat".  I would spell f-a-t.  I would not say the world.  It took me forever before I could say just the word.  Not only was that the issue, but my mother also put me on a diet.  I remember sitting at my desk with a large bottle of water.  I was told I n