Your piece was so hauntingly visceral, that halfway through I realized I was holding my breath. I love the way you evoke imagery ("the bones of my hips begin to pop out and wave to me"), and how vulnerably you share body dysmorphia and self-loathing. I have felt so much of what you described in this article, especially about being in disbelief that my partner could love me and choose me, just as I am.

Cheers to you for celebrating the death of that part of who you used to be, and may you keep viewing the world with untainted eyes :)