2018. The year that I overcame a lifetime of body dysmorphia and EDs. Taking small moments to offer love and respect to my body feels so sacred now. When I catch myself in the mirror and I reflect, I see my truth. I don’t see the lies I’ve been fed my whole life anymore. I see beauty. I see strength. I see softness that is full of light. I see a body that has carried me through the hardest times and the best times, that has managed to stay healthy and protect me in so many ways, despite abuse from others, and even abuse from myself. I feel immense gratitude for the work I have done. Gratitude for myself— because no one else has accomplished this for me, except ME. GRATITUDE that I can offer any ounce of hope to another who struggles. Recovery will never be easy, but it will be so. Fucking. Worth. It. Fall in love with yourself, it’s the most beautiful and rewarding relationship you will ever have.
Keep going. You are worth every bit.