Gaining perspective

Now my perception is off, and my body hardly recognizes signals of hunger or fullness. After neglecting these signals over time, they've gone "numb." Hunger made me feel "high," and the restless, almost desperate sensation felt "spiritual."

At the moment, I am so thin that my ribs are tender and my body aches when I lean against a chair.

A body is what it is...not an object to be altered according to vain whims.

The body is sacred, fearfully and wonderfully made, and should be treated as such. A natural and healthy body is beautiful....May I care more about the body's function than form.

This culture glamorizes death and disease, yet the master artists of olden times painted slender, yet healthy and genuinely beautiful "nymphs." Slender doesn't have to mean anorexic, underweight, and unhealthy. Beauty is not a size or number, and weight naturally fluctuates....Beauty is a timeless quality.