I wrote an essay this week about learning to accept my weird eating habits. I was really nervous about it (both writing and publishing), but seeing the comments from people who had similar anxieties made me feel great. Cut yourself some slack, and be open about your compassion towards yourself – and you'll be surprised how people respond.
This beautiful essay in Elle treads a similar path (although it covers a very different topic) : I'm Chronically Ill and Afraid of Being Lazy:
"As someone who used to define herself vis-a-vis her work ethic, to become unable to act upon that work ethic is nearly intolerable. My deep fear is that I'm secretly slothful and am using chronic illness to disguise the sick rot of laziness within myself. Surely I can rouse myself from this bed and bring myself to my desk? Surely I can pull myself up by the bootstraps and force myself to work? Instead of bragging online and in person about how much work I've accomplished, I post selfies from my bed, as if to prove that I am, indeed, ill. "