Your body needs to breathe and to sleep. She needs food. She needs love. She dies without them. And there is nothing she has to do, no shape or size she has to be, before she “deserves” food and love and sleep. It’s not her fault if she’s sick or injured. She’s still the astonishing creature she was on the day she was born, a source of joy for those who care about her. She’s yours. She’s you.
