Last night with my housemate

The second of my three housemates moved out yesterday and to celebrate the end of second year we went to a pizzeria for nutella pizza! I haven’t had pizza in 9 years and it wasn’t as scary as I expected! Oh wait, that’s because food cannot be scary. I choose life any day.

My housemates don’t know about my eating disorder. My housemate doesn’t know how big of a deal that pizza was, nor how much she means to me. I wanted to do something with her for the first time (and enjoy it) more than I was afraid.

For a long time I have let the fear win, not this time though.

Recovery is a choice, and it’s not easy but it is worth it.

pizza

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