So far I love my new body, even if I feel like I'm going through puberty again. Now I look more proportional and my face looks better, though I look a bit different than I would have if I never developed anorexia. As I develop a protective layer of fat, my body has become like a heater, keeping me warm. Fat is no longer frightening, and I don't care about Babylon's ideals anymore. The body doesn't care either, and is not meant to conform to an arbitrary and usually cruel "ideal."
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Avoiding the negative is also a strong motivation. Anorexics necessarily must have a certain amount of pride, selfishness, and coldness. In their fantasy world, the laws of physics don't apply to them, as they try to be like gods by means of the flesh.
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