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(reads your post twice, skims responses for touchy-feelies)
So... have you directly expressed these concerns with her?
When I got back from Army torture-the-shit-outta-ya school I had lost over 15 pounds... I was a sunken eyed skeleton. At 6'1" and 150ish... I wasn't much to look at anymore. I was worried that my wife wouldn't find me attractive anymore because my physique had wilted away to help me survive. I asked her about it and she said it was okay, that I had been through a ride on life's roulette wheel and that she was glad that she could witness the changes.
I am sure she is quite glad that you survived (as opposed to the alternative) and that the healing process from such survival is not always beautiful, but the character that it tests and fortifies is...
I honestly think you'll be able to look back on this later in life and use it to harden your resolve as far as what you value about yourself. You can be like: "Hey, I was there. I know how it is. I know how to work my way out of it." There is nothing more attractive than confidence, bro.
We're all striving to get a piece of that Prime Self.
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Love isn't a sterile warm sensation with harp music in the background, no, love is wiping up your S/O's rancid body fluids at three in the morning.
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