There is space in my brain.
Not because I am a blonde, no because Ed doesn't reside there anymore. Walking up the rocky path of the Colorado mountainsde I spun. I spun ideas, and dreams, and goals, and memories. Spun all in the space where Ed used to live.
You see, all that space that the eating disorder takes up in your head can be used for so much more.
I never new that. I am not sure I would have believed it 16 years ago.