Confidence

Currently, I was at the park with Amy, Emily, May and my dog. Right now, Amy and Emily were playing with the him as May and I watched.

"Those two certainly have gotten along well" I said, hoping May wasn't the jealous type.

"I know. I'm so proud of her" she said. Good, she isn't.

"How long have you known each other?" I asked.

"We've been besties for years. I've always been looking after her, and she takes care of me when I push it too hard" said May as she rolled up her pant leg, showing me a large scare on her leg.

"I had to get surgery over the summer. It's knocked me out for the entire season. It sucks, but she's been there for me every step of the way" said May. Wow, that really sucks. I can tell that May is really passionate about soccer, and yet she can't play.

"Sounds like you really care about each other" I said to her.

"Emily is everything to me. Which is why it breaks my heart that she's so self conscious over her body" said May. I looked over at Emily and could understand what May means. The way the girl carries herself screams self conscious.

"She almost looks too skinny" I said, making May sigh sadly.

"Eating disorders are a real bitch. I just wish I could help her" said May.

This got me thinking. There's a chance I could wish Emily's eating disorders away, but that doesn't feel right.

Do I really have the right to just wish for people to get better?

Shouldn't I instead try to help them get better?