I've been trying to teach myself to look at my body as me. Not just "my body", but me. The issue I find I have and maybe some other people with eating disorders have (I don't know, so I'll just speak for myself) is that I look at my body as some seperate, out of control entity that I am fighting. I don't look at it as a part of myself. So when it comes down to it, it makes it easier to starve, hurt, and kill my body instead of myself. But they are the same thing, really.

My body has always been good to me, and I just wish that I could give it back all it's given me. Our bodies are very forgiving, you know. If I had treated anyone else the way I've treated mine, I dont' think they would work well for me or be very understanding. But as soon as I go back to treating it right (after all I've put it through) my body has shown me how it can dance, move, give and create pleasure, it can so slowly but surely be healthy and all it can be that I've never allowed it to do.