I went to my GP. She is the local go-to doc for people with EDs b/c she's known for being very kind, understanding of ED nuances and easy to talk to. I haven't seen her in 2 years. When she walked in the room I was instantly triggered. I had forgotten that I'm 6 inches taller than her and outweigh her by double-digits. If I were told she was anorexic, I wouldn't be shocked.

But here's the good news - I recognized that I felt fine in my own skin when I walked in there, and I told myself I would again the moment I was away from her. And it was so.

Eat my dust ED!