NEDA Week: What Matters

Truth.

I have been battling my body for as long as I can remember.
For an equally long time, I considered myself broken.
Unrepairable.
All I focused on was the flaws, the grossness.

Reality?

Yeah, I'm not that together.
Yeah, I have a lot of broken pieces and parts.
But I'm repairable.
And the mending process has already begun.