I was getting my nails done yesterday.
The usual small chit chat.
Than the esthetician says, “You are so skinny. Are you sick?”
It was like I got punched in the gut. I feel like I am making progress, looking healthier, than this.
What does she see that I don’t?
I DO NOT THINK I’M FAT. Trust me. I know I have to gain weight. But a complete stranger looking at me that way?
I have to work on my physical AND mental health. But I suppose the physical will come with the mental.
As I was loosing weight at the beginning of my illness, the comments were reassuring. But now, they are embarrassing. I don’t want to look sick. I don’t want to be sick.
Day 10. I’m on the road to recovery. It’s long, but I’m looking forward to the road trip.