You see pictures of yourself on their phones, tracking your figure, your weight, as if they were the first and last signs of anorexia and recovery, the only signs of full health. Believing that each pound adds a piece of their daughter, their friend, their girl back. You hear them asking why you’re not going out tonight. You feel them wonder when you’re going back to work. You sense their judgment and skepticism every time you say you’re tired. You receive messages from loved