In her newsletter, Eva outlines the way to the gym in the car. At a traffic light, she feels the belt clamp on her stomach and looks down. ‘I see a roll of fat hanging over the belt and in my head I hear: who are you kidding with your sports? If you want to lose weight you have to eat less, idiot.’
Then Eva hears a song on the radio with the following lyrics: We’ve come a long, long way together. Through the hard times and the good. I have to celebrate you, baby. I have to praise you like I should.
Through that text Eve gets a revelation. “The lyrics I hear are about my body,” she writes. ‘All the hatred for my body that I felt just before, dissipated like fog in the sun. We’ve come a long, long way together. It really felt that way.’
Eva doesn’t often have moments like these, she says. “So I do know to cherish them when they pass by. Will I never be ugly to my body again? No, that would be a lie. But when I am, I always go back to that feeling at the traffic light.’
