When I was lost in my eating disorder, I would stand in front of my bathroom mirror each morning and night to make sure my thighs didn't touch.
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It makes me nervous to cook for someone else -- what if they don't like what I make? -- so I have chosen not to do so, for years. But a couple of days ago I decided to take a risk and make dinner for my boyfriend's birthday.
I am taking a break from strangers sending me some misspelled variation of "Hey babe! Let's get together tonight," and making a decision to focus on just living my life.
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