Anyway. Inside, I'm finally happy with who I am. My ED has made me insecure about my physical appearance for over half my life. It makes me sad. Sad isn't even the word. I *finally* think I'm a little above average looking. This realization started 2 months ago. I'm wicked proud of myself.
I don't have to hold myself up to the ludicrous standards I've always had anymore. The key is...I am who I am, physically. I'd rather lay around eating things I love than busting my ass working out/starving/purging/eating diet pills/almost dying on a regular basis...so on and so forth...trying to reach a goal that is impossible, but more importantly, the harder I try to achieve that goal, the more miserable I become. It's completely frivolous, and counterproductive.
Anyway, let me show you two pics from yesterday. All I'll ask of yas, is brutal honesty, without hiding behind anon.