Dear past me, one day your body will feel like home. I promise.
Dear past me,
One day the calorie counter in your head will stop
Breakfast will no longer taste like failure
One day you’ll find solace in satiety
Nourishment no longer your nemesis
Your self-worth will not be defined
In inches, pounds, hours hungry
Nor your old favourite jeans
But the length of smiles
Left along the trail of your footsteps
One day, your body will feel like home. I promise.
Meg McGrath, Environmental Editor