Relating to my body like a best friend changed everything. For so long, my mind was a loud, critical, bossy perfectionist who treated my body like a disobedient servant. My mind had to shift to seeing my body as an equal, a peer, a wise being with needs and longings and a tender language all its own.
Eating disorder recovery is confusing as all hell. And that's mostly because no one ever talks about it. I think we're all running around like chickens with our heads cut off, afraid that we're somehow doing it all wrong, that no one's thought to make a blueprint to, well, stop that nonsense before it starts.
Learning to trust myself has allowed me to be happy in my body in a way I never imagined possible. But it required that I stop judging my happiness by looking in the mirror and comparing my body to other women's bodies. It required that I look inside, listen to and trust my body, and find happiness by turning away from appearance and toward my heart.