This is apparently what a year of loving myself looks like. (top photos being taken a year ago and bottom ones just happen to have been taken within the last week)
Just letting food be food, not good or bad.
Thanking my body for all the trauma it has help for me over the years.
Acknowledging the disordered thoughts and reaching out through the shame and vulnerability.
Nowhere close to always doing it right, but not letting myself be concerned about that.