So I’d like to share something really personal. I recently “got over” and eating disorder and I’d like to make a post about how fucking proud I am to show everyone this. I don’t care what other people say I worked so hard to get to this point and its finally paying off. A year ago on November 21st I weighed 87 pounds. For a girl who is 5’3 and exercises daily for 3 hours a day that’s tiny. I never knew I was so thin until I look back on it now. I used to hate myself. I wasn’t perfect. And I thought starving myself was the key to perfection.
It’s fucking difficult to be a teenager. I never want to relive these days. The struggles we all deal with are unreal. It hurts to think so negatively and I can’t believe I was in that mindset a year ago. I remember not eating for days or eating as little as possible. My ribcage and hipbones would show and I’d be so fucking proud. I got tons of attention and it was lovely. Everyone wanted to be me.
It’s not until I was almost hospitalized that I realized what was going on. I was fucking myself up. It was awful. I had to change. So I worked my ass off to get to my beautiful 102 pounds. I’m still working really hard to keep gaining. Things are still a struggle and I’m working really hard, but I’m proud of me. In the end you really just need to love yourself ❤️
Faith. Words can not describe how proud I am of you. I love you and you are perfect no matter what. You are my family and I will love you unconditionally.
You are my peanut butter to my jelly.
You are my the milk to my cookies.
You are the cake to my frosting.
You are the best to my friend.
You are my pepper to my salt and don’t you ever dare forget that.