How rude it is to be born with this beautiful, healthy, functioning human body and to repeatedly and obsessively reject this privilege. I’m 28-years-old and I think I’m just now learning to look in the mirror and see the entire image. I don’t look at my face and then at my thighs and then at my collarbone and then at my arms and then at my hair and then back at my thighs over and over and over — I see an entire human being. I see the way all my parts move together, and it looks pretty good to me.