When my dear friend Meggan surprised me with this portrait of me, it had a profoundly humbling effect on me. It was beautiful and it was me. But did I believe it was me? Did I believe myself that beautiful? The words she chose left me with tears down my cheeks. There was one word in particular that really stood out to me though. Healthy. She had chosen to use the word 'healthy' to describe ME. The timing of all this was particularly poignant. I was struggling with my ED due to letting myself get caught up in holiday stresses and slipping in some of my self care behaviors. I had reached out and she knew that. She knows more of my flaws and deep secrets than many others. And yet she chose these words? How did I feel about that? I had to let that sit on me a long while. That healthy word. And you know what? I think that was a good thing. It caused me to consider what 'healthy' looked like to me. It wasn't an ideal weight. It wasn't void of health concerns. It wasn't being perfect in attitudes and behaviors. It was something else. And I realized that reaching out when weak (even when not immediate), speaking my shame, admitting my faults, and choosing to continue trying.... Well that was being healthy. And if you've been following other NEDAW posts, well then you see why that purple loved meant so very much to me. You, too, are loved and enough.