Who gives a shit what size of clothes that body fits into? That body just carried you 13.1 miles. That body is a badass.
When you quote the Bible to me in an effort to give me comfort, what you are doing is trying to make sense of my story for yourself. You are trying to comfort yourself.
I’m lying on a cold hospital bed staring up at the ceiling with its giant fluorescent lights. My husband’s holding my hand. He keeps saying things like, “You know this isn’t your fault, right?”