i wrote something the other day when i was at tafe out of boredom, i dont normally share any of these sorts of things, but i feel like sharing it. :)
She danced round the room like she was on top of the world. And she was, for that moment.
She'd won the battle! The hardest battle of her life, or so they say.
The battle of overcoming her insecure image of herself and the battle of not being able to eat food without resorting to throwing it back up after.
She was completely her normal healthy weight again, she had muscle on her body and most importantly she had found her correct balance of food consumption and exercise. She was happy, happy with her 'beautiful' image.
And that was the hardest thing she had to go through in life, well that's what the doctors and her friends and family had told her. Even other bulmic patients who had recovered told her that, but they had NO IDEA what she was about to jump into. When it happened, it was like she had jumped in the middle of the pacific ocean with no floating device and no idea how to wim. She would kick and splash but she got no where.
That was what it was like for the next year of her life
... to be contiuned.
sincerely, saraagh elise ♥