Please don’t look at this and just think “oh, she was normal and now she has some abs…great.”
In the first image, my body was a healthy size and appears fine. However I was sick, miserable, ravaged by the eating disorder bulimia nervosa, and lived believing I was worthless. My heart wouldn’t even beat properly and I frequently fainted.
The second image is one of me, today, much healthier and happier. I now eat well, balanced, and indulge without fear. I can run miles upon miles on my strong legs I value for more than their size. I see my body as an instrument to my success and athleticism as opposed to feeling only hate towards it, towards myself.
I have no face in the first image; I literally had no identity. I was the eating disorder. Now, I smile in the second. There are just so many reasons to.