Giveaway! Chicken Soup for the Teen Soul

I will be giving away a copy of each of these books to one of my readers.  They are really fabulous, I just finished the Teens Talk Tough Times one and think it was really great.  If you would like a copy just include a comment about why you would like these four Chicken Soup for the Soul Teen series and I will email the winner by the end of the week!

(I will also be sending Teens Talk Relationships–not pictured here).  I put an excerpt below!

Already Perfect

Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds
sang except those that sang best.
Henry van Dyke

Everyone can identify with the need to fit in. Each one of us struggles with self-esteem and self-worth to some degree. I spent much of my time striving to achieve perfection in every aspect of my life. What I did not realize was that in my desperate need to be perfect, I sacrificed the very body and mind that allowed me to live.

I was a happy kid with lots of friends and a supportive family. But growing up was really hard and even scary sometimes.

During my childhood, I was constantly involved in something that included an audience viewing my achievements or my failures. I was into acting by age seven, and progressed to training for and competing in gymnastics, horseback riding and dance – – all of which required major commitment, discipline and strength. My personality thrived on the high energy required to keep up. I wanted everyone’s praise and acceptance, but I was my own toughest critic.

After I graduated from high school and moved out on my own, my struggles with self-esteem and happiness increased. I began to put pressure on myself to succeed in the adult world. Meanwhile, I was feeling very inadequate and unsuccessful. I started to believe that my difficulties and what I perceived to be my “failures” in life were caused by my weight. I had always been a thin-to-average sized person. Suddenly, I was convinced that I was overweight. In my mind, I was FAT!

Slowly, my inability to be “thin” began to torture me. I found myself involved in competition again. But this time, I was competing against myself. I began to control my food by trying to diet, but nothing seemed to work. My mind became obsessed with beating my body at this game. I slowly cut back on what I ate each day. With every portion I didn’t finish or meal I skipped, I told myself that I was succeeding, and in turn, I felt good about myself.

Thus began a downward spiral of my becoming what is known as anorexic. The dictionary defines it as “suppressing or causing loss of appetite, resulting in a state of anorexia.” When taken to an extreme, anorexia can cause malnutrition and deprive the body of the important vitamins and minerals that it needs to be healthy.

In the beginning, I felt great – – attractive, strong, successful, almost superhuman. I could do something others couldn’t: I could go without food. It made me feel special, and that I was better than everyone else.  What I didn’t see was that I was slowly killing myself.

People around me began to notice my weight loss. At first they weren’t alarmed; maybe some were even envious. But then the comments held a tone of concern. “You’re losing too much weight.”  “Elisa, you’re so thin.” “You look sick.” “You’ll die if you keep this up.” All their words only reassured me that I was on the right path, getting closer to “perfection.”

Sadly, I made my physical appearance the top priority in my life, believing that it was the way to become successful and accepted. As an actress, I am constantly being judged by my appearance. The camera automatically makes people appear heavier than they are. So I was getting mixed messages like, “Elisa, you are so skinny, but you look great on camera.”

I cut back on my food more and more, until a typical day consisted of half a teaspoon of nonfat yogurt and coffee in the morning, and a cup of grapes at night. If I ate even a bite more than my allotted “crumbs” for the day, I hated myself and took laxatives to rid my body of whatever I had eaten.

It got to the point where I no longer went out with my friends. I couldn’t – – if I went to dinner, what would I eat? I avoided their phone calls. If they wanted to go to the movies or just hang out at home, I couldn’t be there – – what if food was around? I had to be home alone to eat my little cup of grapes. Otherwise, I thought I was failing. Everything revolved around my strict schedule of eating. I was embarrassed to eat in front of anyone, believing that they would think I was gluttonous and ugly.

My poor nutrition began to cause me to lose sleep. I found it hard to concentrate on my work or to focus on anything for any length of time. I was pushing myself harder and harder at the gym, struggling to burn the calories that I hadn’t even eaten. My friends tried to help me but I denied that I had a problem. None of my clothes fit, and it was hard to buy any, since I had shrunk to smaller than a size zero!

Then one night, like so many nights before, I couldn’t sleep, and my heart felt as though it might beat its way out of my chest. I tried to relax, but I couldn’t.

The beating became so rapid and so strong that I could no longer breathe. The combination of starving myself and taking pills to get rid of anything that I did eat caused me to nearly have a heart attack. I stood up, and immediately fell down. I was really scared, and I knew I needed help. My roommate rushed me to the hospital, beginning the long road to my recovery. It took doctors, nurses, nutritionists, therapists, medications, food supplements… and most important, a new sense of what was really true about myself to get back on track with reality.

Recovering from what I did to my body and reprogramming the way I think about myself has been a very slow and extremely painful process. I still struggle with the effects of anorexia every day.  Although it has been a couple of years since that hospital visit, it is by no means over for me. I must be honest with myself and stay committed to being healthy.

I had used my anorexia as a means of expression and control. I used it as my gauge for self-esteem and self-worth. It was my identity. Now I realize that the way to success lies in my heart, mind and soul, rather than in my physical appearance.

I now use my intelligence, my talents and acts of kindness to express myself. This is true beauty, and it has nothing to do with the size of my body. With my experience of trying to be “perfect” on the outside, I had sacrificed who I was on the inside. What I know now is, we are – – each and every one of us – – already perfect.

Elisa Donovan

4 thoughts on “Giveaway! Chicken Soup for the Teen Soul”

  1. Hi,

    I am a high school teacher. For the first time in the eight years I’ve been teaching at my school, I have my own classroom. I just bought a bookshelf for it and plan to stock it with books my students can read in class when they finish early. These would be a great start.

  2. Hi Vanessa, These books are great reading for parents and teens to survive in our materialistic and superficial society. With a 13 and a 16 year old, I see too many kids running around without any moral guidance or social filters instilled by their parents. Compassion is lacking in teens today …

  3. Hello, reading through the Drugs & Alchahol section of the book was quite a shock. Looking at this from the perspective of a teen all I can see is a big scare. Trying to make kids scared of the world around them is not an effective strategy and just makes them want to rebel.

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