|—||Rick Warren (via onlinecounsellingcollege)|
Behind every filtered photo of shoulder bones like angel wings, behind “strength” in skipped meals and nine-mile runs and nights spent fingers glued to the fridge handle knees to the bathroom floor, behind every piece of food hidden in pants pockets or stuffed down the shower drain, every nonfat low-carb “I will fight but maybe when it’s easier tomorrow,” there is a soul born to expand that you are shrinking, slowly.
Behind the growing swell of your growling stomach, there is a hell of a lot of tear-filled pain, but there is a hell of a lot more hope in healing.
Pick up the fork and fight or stab yourself and surrender, but know that behind every non-action there is an only-intensifying reaction.
This is your choice.
Make the right one.