I live at the intersections of body grief, body trust, disability, chronic illness, and eating disorder recovery. My body has been praised, shamed, pathologized, and medicalized while carrying me through pain, fatigue, and systems that were never built with me in mind. Grief lives here. Grief for the bodies I have lost, for the ones I was told I should have, and for the ease I thought existed somewhere else. Recovery for me is not about erasing that grief but about learning to live alongside it, listening to my body’s truth, honoring its limits, and trusting its wisdom. I hold space for others navigating the same terrain, where disability and chronic illness shape the recovery path, and where every body is met with care, dignity, and the freedom to be fully human.