Today, I went into a dressing room.They are normally a big trigger for me if they have mirrors. But today, I stood in front of the mirror, and rather than say "I don't look good in this shirt" or "I don't have the right body for this", I said "This shirt isn't good enough for me". And rather than say "Look how awful my scars look, I need to do 'clean-up', " I said "Look how well I'm healing today."
And not a drop of blood was spilled, and not a wound was opened. And even though I had a gift card to spend, not a thing was purchased. It seems that my shopping crutch is fading with my picking crutch.
And I am happy.
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