Chamomile, Peppermint, Green

It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to talk about myself and not feel completely and utterly guilty for taking up any space. It’s been a long time since I’ve trusted the internet. Well, I don’t actually. One day I’ll write it down. But for now.

For now I am listening to the shower run. Wasting hot water. Because I don’t know what to do with my tummy.

I don’t have to see my doctor anymore. I am not fixed. I am mending. I can eat.

I am a recovering anorexic. I am going to step into the shower and breathe.