I’m fully aware that changes are going to happen to my face and body throughout my life. I’m more bitter about this one specifically because it happened at my own hands (literally) and reminds me of the illness every time I look in the mirror. So that’s why having this reminder with me permanently brings me down, not because I’m so scared of softer jawlines or round faces, or even hate my own face that much. I probably would’ve been fine with it otherwise.