Disclaimer: I do not promote eating disorders. This is for me only. I encourage everyone to seek help if you are struggling with an eating disorder. TW.
Imagine waking up. The air is crisp and the morning sun is streaming through the little Paris apartment window. You sit up and stretch gently, before softly walking over to the window and gazing at the street down below. Orange autumnal trees line the footpath, and the leaves swirl in the gentle breeze.
You pull on some tights, a high waisted skirt, and a sweater that you tuck in to it. You slip your feet into some boots, and start to brush your hair. You put on some makeup, but you don’t need much as your skin is so clear and your cheekbones are already accentuated on your beautiful angelic face. Before heading out the door you grab your coat, as these autumn days have been getting chillier, and you feel the cold so much more now.
You stroll up the street to the sweet little cafe on the corner, and order your usual café latte before taking a seat next to the crackling fireplace and pulling out your book. As the barista brings your coffee over, you look up and meet his gaze – he is smiling brightly at you, and your breath catches in your throat. He is beautiful. “Merci beaucoup” you thank him… “De rien” he says with that gorgeous accent, before returning to the espresso machine.
From time to time you look up at him between sips, and often you both catch each other stealing quick glances. You know that he thinks you’re beautiful, and you smile to yourself, finally feeling that this was worth it. All of the hard work, all of the tears and anxiety, it was all worth it for this moment. To feel completely at ease in your body…
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