Just a reminder…
No, my collarbones don’t jut out from under my skin, 
and my thighs don’t have a gap,

and I can’t fit my hand around my upper arm.

I have a stomach that moves when I walk,

and arm fat,

and chubby cheeks.

There are days where I will hate myself because of this,
where I feel that I should starve and purge and cut until I am perfect.
But you know what?
That isn’t perfection.
I’m healthy.
And it’s okay.
