Sam Dylan French – A body wiser than the mind
When we entered into this world, I can’t imagine that we feared becoming more. Back then, the moon was full and the world was fuller; the majesty of being small was only in relation to everything that was still unknown.
We had not yet been told to fear hunger. We knew hunger in the way we know our names — you always answer to it.
Body, this is my olive branch to you.
I was 27 years old when “anorexia nervosa” appeared on my medical chart. In a quiet moment, staring at a flickering screen, I listened to my breath empty out of my body, a mix of relief and petrification.
Someone named what I could not: I was hungry.
The kind of hunger that moves in like an eclipse, enveloping your whole world in empty shadows. The kind of hunger you invite because staying small, in a cocoon…
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