Every time I come across this photo, I can’t help but feel a tug at my heart. The way she gently rests her hand on his, as if she absentmindedly reached out for him. Their affect doesn’t look forced but completely second nature. The sense of touch is enough.
(Source: burningdance, via cleanbodyfreshstart)
"Recovery is not meant to be easier than listening to your eating disorder. Recovery is often much worse than living with your eating disorder. However, recovery has an end goal of enjoying life and freedom, whereas the eating disorder has one end point; certain misery, or even death."
"I sat with my monsters… I sat with them, until I could love and accept them, until their ugliness turned into a sort of lovely cuteness that I can live with. Still, sometimes they forget their place and start to whisper and then yell. Here’s the thing that I never forget. They are both right and wrong. I am not where I want to be (yet) and I continually strive for more. But I AM good enough, and most days I do better than the day before. Those monsters? They are important to me, a part of me that I don’t want around me all the time, but I need them some of the time. To have them pop in at times so I remember where I have come from. I need them around me simply so I can remember where I have come from, so that I can grow. They force me to look at status quo and through their unwavering gaze, I know I need to change, to move to another plane of being. Other times, I just sit with my monsters, accept them and allow them to be."
"I’ll never forget how the depression and loneliness felt good and bad at the same time. Still does."