I hand my unhealthy self a bottle of water and take away the can of pop she’s holding. The first small step, I indicate, without words. My unhealthy self nods in silent agreement and gratefulness. I hug my unhealthy self in a warm embrace. “I’m here for you,” I whisper, “I’m always here for you”.
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