About

This isn’t the first time I’ve tried my hand at blogging. Nor will it probably be the last. My perfectionism kicked in a little too much with my last project, and it will inevitably become yet another project I regret not seeing through. I started a food blog – yeah, I was one of those people. This blog started with an Instagram, which started because a friend also recovering from anorexia thought it might keep me accountable as I tried to recover from this illness – on my own (it was a secret, mine and my disorder’s). So I guess, what it really all started with was losing my life to anorexia nervosa, an illness that first begun to strangle me at age eleven.

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The food blogging didn’t come without it’s problems. Turns out, becoming intensely preoccupied with food, such as collecting recipes, is just another symptom of eating disorders. I have always loved to cook, and bake especially, but once this thought entered my mind, I could no longer channel the same passion into my blog anymore. (That blog is here, if you’re wondering, and if the hosting hasn’t expired yet.) I even went so far as to ‘start’ a cake business. This was another project that got neglected, and fizzled out. Both the blog and business are two things I’m glad I did, and it definitely did help as I learned to eat again, but once anorexia morphed into bulimia, and creating new recipes became an excuse to binge, this was no longer a helpful venture. It was undoubtedly a great learning curve; I taught myself SEO optimisation, how to navigate WordPress.org, website customisation, HTML coding, manual photography, Lightroom for editing photos – it was not without it’s excitement.

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Things change though. Since starting that blog, I moved out of home at aged seventeen from the coastal community of Geraldton, Western Australia, to Sydney, on the other side of the country to study at a very prestigious university. I didn’t even realise when I accepted my offer that it was quite so prestigious.

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Although I may no longer struggle so strongly with anorexia, fighting my eating disorder – and her loud fucking voice – is still a daily battle. At the same time, I’m also still battling depression, anxiety, borderline personality disorder, emotional dysregulation, self harm, and suicidality. I have a lot on my plate, in other words. I no longer want to feel obliged to create recipes, take pretty pictures, post pretty pictures to Facebook, Insta, and finally my blog, do all the other self-promotion that a new blog post requires, and find some time to feel good about myself. Food blogging was great for a little while, it just became a chore, which I take as a sign that it wasn’t for me anymore. I mean, I did get a lot of free goodies, and made a lot of international internet friends, which was nice. But scrolling through Instagram everyday did me no favours, in fact I think it just perpetuated my eating disorder.

It’s just that I’m at a different stage of life and recovery now, a lot has changed since I started that first food blog adventure, and I no longer want to be restricted by the “food blog” niche. I like to write. I like to ramble. I like to blog.

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I’m Rosie Bogs. Welcome to my (new!) blog.