There is not one single thing that makes it a good place for people with eating disorders to exist or recover.
Issue 28 on October 13th, 2015
DDR didn’t teach me to work myself into oblivion, propelled by shame and chalky smoothies. DDR taught me to get some water, sit down, talk to a friend, send a text, lean on that rail. For DDR, exercise wasn’t some frantic tailspin toward some punishing end.