In her newsletter, Eva outlines the way to the gym in the car. At a traffic light, she feels the belt clamp on her beech 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.’
Dan hoort Eva een liedje op de radio met de volgende tekst: 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.
This text gives Eve 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.’
