Here’s to the season of letting go

Why did I get an eating disorder? I don’t know, and I probably never will.

Why wasn’t I born skinny? Or tall? Or blue-eyed? Who knows. Who cares?acceptance-closure2

The older I get, the more it all seems so…foolish. Anxiety and depression are real, but beauty standards aren’t. No one can make me feel bad about my body without my permission. I gotta keep it moving.

Fall makes me think about home, and comfort, and peace — three things I’m enormously lucky to have. Whoever you are, I hope you have those things too, or you find them very soon. You deserve it. You are enough.




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