We had every bit of evidence that the work we put in meant progress.
I don’t believe that eating disorders are a choice. But I’m sorry to have hurt her all the same.
It’s terribly sad that anyone would feel so awful about the way they look at any time in their life, but I have to wonder: if even these bodies that fit the standard aren’t enjoyed by their inhabitants, what sort of ideal is that?
By incorporating these into our lives, we remove the need to place so much pressure on one of them to fix us, and we provide ourselves with constant soul-feeding.