Two years since I decided that I couldn’t live like that anymore.
Two years since I started facing one of the hardest parts of who I was.
Two bloody years.
I had gotten to a point in my eating disorder that I could no longer imagine my life without it. As if my ED had finally made itself a formal extension of me.
No, screw that.
Two years since I stopped letting my ED control my every movement, plan my schedules, and run my life.