having an ambivalent morning. I’m happy to have more energy and almost normal blood pressure. I’ll be happy when no one has to worry about me. But I look at old pictures and think how much farther I could’ve pushed myself.
The body changes are by far the hardest to cope with in this whole process.
Lindsay and I put temporary tattoos on our arms last night…yes, that’s Cinderella, don’t judge.
1. I can rely on myself. As weak as I feel, this is the hardest thing I’ll ever do. I never imagined that I’d make it this far.
2. I love to cook. We have a “cooking project” every other week, and I really enjoy prepping food. Ironic, I know. It makes me feel good, and I’m good at it.
3. I’m a good listener. I’ve been told by several people that I’ve given them great advice while I’ve been here. That’s something to be proud of, I guess!
Decided to do this as a positive thing I can do for myself. I’m learning a lot about what kind of a person I am here, and I’m trying to be as positive as I can so maybe I actually start liking myself. We’ll see how it goes.
not even my lowest weight. but what I would do to get this back….God. I hate this body. Worst part of recovery by far.
went to the aquarium today with my family. :) too tired to do a full update now, but tomorrow! :)ignore how fat my face is pleaseeee.
this is what 114 pounds looks like. It looks very similar to 124 pounds. and 134 pounds. and probably 214 pounds. I hate my body.
excuse my sister’s messy room.
my favorite picture of Z and I. breaks my heart to go through all of our pictures and listen to all of our songs. I hate it. the waiting. waiting, waiting, waiting.
Alright followers, I need your help. Reblog this. Get everyone’s opinion you can. I am a monster, this girl does not see how small she is! PLEASE tell Tara she is 12904821098 times smaller than me?
this is me. the real me. no fake smiles, no make up. just a broken, sad girl who doesn’t know anything anymore.
