"can I ask you a question about your tattoo? how long has it been?"
how long have you been a slave to an eating disorder?, she wanted to know. how long have you denied your body from the most basic of needs, how long have you waged war against your mind, how long will it take until you find peace within your own body?
three girls have asked me about my tattoo within the past twenty-four hours. three. and all three of them have known exactly what it stands for and exactly what it means. I just love knowing that this little tattoo, this small permanently inked symbol on the inside of my heel, has marked me as a person who understands and cares and is willing to listen and love and share. because, though I’m still figuring things out for myself, I want nothing more than to help others break the silence.