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".
Remember being a little kid, say 7 or 8, and declaring, “When I’m an old person of 20 years old with crow’s feet, I’m gonna fall in love, live in a big house, and invent flying cars!” Old person, at 20? I’m laughing so hard at my childhood self right now. I did picture something right- I did start to get laugh lines or “crow’s feet” at around that age. They were almost imperceptible, but they had begun. Also- I think the crow is a majestic and amazing bird, so if it is meant as an insult, it goes over…