My mom and I discussed suicide today, and I ate some tacos. Big deal to me, actually. Tacos used to be a major "danger food" for me.

For all my frustration with my body, it makes up for it in the things I can do in bellydancing and yoga, when I see that I can do those things it doesn't feel like it's me that can make such a piece of art...it makes me feel like, "That can't be my body, could it?!". I used to think I couldn't do anything right.