I’d taken ownership of my body over the past 9 months. I’d wrestled it free from the people who’d jabbed at it with hurtful comments. I’d reclaimed it. Mine. Victory. But soon after I’d met him, it felt like a different scuffle for ownership began – this time with him.
I wrote the following post last year for a project that collated and edited 24 essays by 24 authors in the countdown to Christmas 2020: “In 2020, I thought a lot about my controlling ex and my relationship with food“.
The quote is an excerpt; feel free to check out the full post. It’s related to this piece of feature writing I posted on my blog last year: I’m glad you left.