I might be cold, but I'm just skin and bones.

I think I owe it to applaud myself that I no longer feel the need to starve myself to look like this. I am no longer a player in the fruitless journey to become a ‘perfect woman’, these realistic expectations enforced on us only cause self loathing.
From 119 to 130 lb.
I refuse to care anymore, I look healthier.

But alas; Relax, Relapse.

Even the best fall down sometimes, and I am no longer afraid to think or feel.