There’s nothing that can’t tell me that I haven’t come a long way in the past few months. I put myself through hell because of my situation and I whole-heartedly regret it. Yes, I still have a fear of putting on too much weight, but it’s a heck of a lot better than it was. Music’s helped me through a lot. You could just turn off the world and turn up the volume and everything would be alright. I couldn’t complain either. At least I wasn’t screaming at mum.
Over the past week or so, we’ve been doing a presentation on eating disorders. Something we feel strongly about.There’s nothing more that I wanted to do it about and I knew that it’d hit me where it hurts. Talking about my experience, and watching videos where other people have struggled made me realize how far I’d come. How horrible what I was doing to myself actually was. There’s no doubting that.
The only thing that makes me upset is the fact that other people, men and women, go through this every day. The thing is, that they don’t have the help that I had. I kept it to myself for months, but actually telling people helped. Telling people how much I was struggling with actually eating a meal. I still get teased at school. Yeah. Anorexic. Stick. You know, the works. But there’s no point in getting down over it. I may look thin, but my story made me stronger as a person. Getting over that took weeks, months, and I’m still struggling now.
But I know, that my God is with me. That he loves me for who I am. Not what other people see me as. I have crazy friends, and I know that they’ll support me throughout whatever.
So what, I get hate shoved through my locker. So what, people still can’t get over the fact that I’m a Christian. I am a woman of God. Nothing on this planet can stop me and I’m not going to rest until I see more of the people I love take the journey that I have.
Anyway, I have to go to school. O.o Adiós.