I have anorexia. Everyday is a struggle to live in my skin.
I'm not happy with my body, but I am trying to be. I don't know where that happiness comes from. Numbers? Sizes? Or something deeper than that, like self acceptance despite rolls, flaws, etc.? I'm not in recovery, but I'm not in an active relapse either.
I'm at a healthy weight of 126 lbs. I'm a size 1-3 in jeans, size small-medium in shirts.
My lowest weight ever was 92 lbs. My highest ever was 185 lbs. Yeah, I've been all over the place with my weight! I suppose my real goal is self love and body acceptance instead of body hate. My hope is that one day I can look in the mirror and at least like my reflection.
