It's been just over 8 years since mine started, and it's still a part of my life, every damn day.
I wasn't "cured" when I left the hospital. I wasn't "cured" when I stopped seeing a therapist. I'm still not "cured." Part of me thinks that I never will be. I wonder if it's a bit like being an alcoholic. You know how people in AA will say they've been sober x years, but they're still an alcoholic? We might not restrict, or binge, or drive ourselves into the ground with exercise, but we always know we could
if we felt like we needed to.
I don't want to say that I've learned to accept my body and how I look. Because I haven't. I don't want to say that I look in the mirror and see some beautiful girl looking back. Because I don't. What I have learned to do is (most days) be able to look in the mirror, shrug, and decide that I have more important things to worry about that day. And some days, it's enough.