subject line: dear little me.



Slowly, you’ll start to realize that an eating disorder doesn’t have to define you forever. And slowly, in a few years, you’ll realize that a boyfriend isn’t necessary to be happy. And one day, you’ll wake up and find that you’ve been single for 2 years, and its more than okay, and you’ll be surrounded by guy and girl friends who constantly remind you of your worth, and you’ll know you’re loved by them and God, and your ED will hardly be in your thoughts, and you’ll be happier than you’ve been since you were 15. It gets better, little me. Hold on.