I never really think of things to be thankful for on this day in particular, but yesterday as we were sitting down to our Thanksgiving dinner I did.
I’m thankful I have recovered enough from my struggle with anorexia to be able to enjoy all the delicious food my parents worked hard to make for us. And then I realized, I’m thankful I can eat the food I want to every day without feeling guilty, hateful, sick, or self destructive or anything. It’s been a tough road and it’s not done yet, but I am so proud of myself that I’ve come this far. I never knew I would be this happy to be able to bake and snack and truly enjoy the food I eat… It’s really nice.