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ost of my early life was spent in a fantasy world – a little girl lost in her daydreams, needing no one else to participate. It was where I would escape whenever things got di_cult at home. In my adult life, I found myself continuing the same habit – months absorbed in the fantasy of what I wanted to weigh; who I wanted to be; how I desired to live my life…
The elusive fantasy
Fantasy is grasping a fixed picture of what we think will be the answer to all our problems. It’s somewhere ‘out there’ that we never quite reach – but thinking about it gives us hope. Fantasy has a dream-like quality, like a mirage enticing us with its seductive beauty. Fantasy rea_rms the belief that, ‘If only I can get there, then I will be happier and freer than I am now.’