Every day, I think about one specific comment he made that destroyed everything I am. I think about this one comment that set me back in my eating disorder recovery for months. I’m never going to be good enough, or skinny enough, or beautiful enough, or enough of anything. Yet, simultaneously, I’m too much. I’m always too much and I’m never enough.

I wish I could hate him because that would make things easier. But I still love him.

I still fucking love him.

- Ginger