So apparently we are going to start trying to have a baby.
Back home again.
Every time I go somewhere and return I am always super glad to be home.
And I still am, but I feel like I’ve left a piece of myself there.
Someone told me today to eat a cheeseburger because I was too thin.
I don’t see it, but I do have a distorted view of my body, and have struggled with ed.
My boyfriend knows this, and supports my endeavors to work on things I am unhappy about with my body, but every time he is around me he makes sure I eat well. If I mention a craving, he practically makes me eat it then praises me for doing it.
I think he knows I still struggle more than I let on, and I appreciate more than he could ever know making sure I’m healthy without attacking me about it.
He is truly a best friend.
That made me smile :)
I’m always so anxious about my body but I’m making great strides in being okay with me.