When I go shopping and the clothes don't fit, it's not my body's fault, it's the size of the clothes. I have to hereby swear to only buy clothes that fit me perfectly. I will not buy small clothes so I can wear it when I'm skinny because I'm no longer a size double zero. I no longer fit into most of my jeans, and that's okay. My bras are starting to get a little tighter, and I'm trying to accept that. My shirts fit a little snug, and I'm coping with it. I'm passing all my friends in weight and BMI, but that's okay, my body is meant to be larger, if I like it or not. I'm no longer a size small in women's department, nor can I fit into children's jeans, and I'm healing from that knowledge.
I am healing.
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Life After An Eating Disorder
РазноеWhy me? Why did I have to be part of that 2% of people with eating disorders? Why did I have to be juggled between treatment centers and doctors during the "best" years of my life? This is a memoir about eating disorders, yes, but not about having o...
