GAC didn't take everything. I have a baby who is healthy and happy, and I know how to be happy, too.
I spent many years hating and actively destroying my body via self-harm, eating disorders, and finally, putting it into the hands of harmful doctors. Despite it all, my body has grown and given me a baby boy. It's imperfect, and it hurts, and I'm missing pieces of myself now, but my baby accepts me, and I'm learning to accept my body. I'm grateful for it. I'm grateful for the friends and kind people who accepted it long before I did, too.
Thank you, body, for my baby.