The Mirror’s Second Chance

Dear Delyara, I spent my teenage years in a hospital ward, weighing my food and hating every inch of my skin. I viewed my body as an enemy that needed to be starved into submission. Even when I was "skinny," I was miserable. I had lost my hair, my period, and my joy. It has been a ten-year journey to learn how to eat a piece of bread without panic. But today, I looked at my reflection and saw a woman who is strong, healthy, and full of life. I don't see "calories" anymore; I see fuel for my dreams. To the girl counting grains of rice: Your value is not in your weight. You are a soul, not a number. I chose life, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever tasted.