The thing they don't tell you about healing.
Sometimes I liked myself better when I was too depressed to eat because I was skinner.
My tits are spilling over my bra and the scale is tipping the other direction. But I am not crying every day.
Taking a bite of my favorite food does not make me nauseous, but it does fill in my cheeks in a way I don't find flattering.
I'm not waking up with panic attacks. I am working on being gentle with myself.










