I am not my eating disorder, nor do I believe that anyone is their mental illness. But I do believe it is a part of me.
What someone’s trauma looks like to them will not look the same for you.
Dating is hard, and when you have an eating disorder, it feels like a dirty car that needs to go to the car wash again and again and again.
It took almost an entire week for me to get through the arduous yet seemingly mundane process of buying a pair of pants.