No filters, no excuses, no judgement.
And yes, I say this even with bright blue varicose veins and dimples on my legs.
My struggle with anorexia was long and draining and not something I ever want my 9-year-old daughter to endure.
When my son asked me why my belly was "dripping over my underpants when I bent over," I was too tired to respond, but I did. I had to.