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a picture of you, holding a picture of me, in the pocket of my blue jeans

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The Body is the Brain

As I recovered from starving myself, I began to find joy in books once again. I'd flip through the pages and and I would be reading the words and grasping the meaning, rather than thinking about how I looked while reading.

My grades dipped during that period of famine, but they slowly recovered from C's and B's to mostly A's. This happened only when I could think about the next day of school without thinking about what I was going to wear that day, and how it would make my body looked.

My heart recovered when I let myself eat what I wanted - this particular sickness was a strong repellant to dinner parties, to Sunday brunches, to giggly midnight snacks.

I began to laugh more, and more, and more, and cry less and less. Food nourishes the soul. I devoured books like I did as a child, I became smarter in recovery, because the body is also the brain.