Recovery is life

Anorexia took a hella lot away from me, like 2 years of my life. And I've never been able to let that go, I loath my illness for taking away such precious memories from me. I tell myself all the time that I'm over it and I can move on and be happy with my life but the truth is, I'm not, and that's okay. I think. I know it took away opportunities from me, and I'll never let that go, but I can move on. I can remember how my illness shaped me to become who I am today and all the opportunities I have now, that I'm healthy, mentally. I in no way shape or form still suffer from the thoughts and restrictions and everything my illness was, I have overcome that with time and love for myself and those around me. But have I overcome the little things? When I go for a meal, and I eat whatever I want to eat, afterwards when I'm full I think 'I shouldn't have eaten all that' but then it passes, because I remember that it was bloody good and I can eat what I