Posted By Rachel Teicher Brehm
Dear Eating Disorder, I can't erase you. You are inextricably linked to my past, uncomfortably tied to my heart, and unpleasantly weaved into what used to be. I close my eyes, but there are reminders everywhere. A friend points to her stomach and says she's getting fat. Her voice begins to fade as I remember. I spend a few too many minutes looking at my reflection, trying on clothes, ...