My friend posted this on her FB today and I thought it was so beautiful I needed to share it.
“This is my butterfly. Every morning I draw a butterfly somewhere on my body. I name it after someone that I love. When I think of my eating disorder, I look at my butterfly. If I cave to the temptations of my eating disorder, I must wash away my butterfly, therefore facing the harsh reality that I have killed it and that, in real life, I could lose the person it was named after, or they could lose me. I have drawn 51 butterflies over 51 days and have not had to wash away a single one.”