The last time I weighed myself; I cried.
Battling this eating disorder has been one of the hardest things I've ever had to do in my life- and I will not lie to any of you and tell you that I'm cured because I'm not.
But every day is a new day- and after months of fear, I stepped back on that scale that used to be both my best friend and worst enemy.
The last time I weighed myself- I was at a 150 of depression, bing eating, and never leaving the house. That was in January.
Since then I have been trying every day to stay positive, love myself, and love the life that I have been given. I have had more than a few weak moments but I have not given up the journey to love myself- and try to love myself: the healthy way.
I am proud to say I weigh 125 pounds.
Is it where I want to be ? Of course not.
But I refuse to let this number tell me whether or not I can go outside.
I refuse to let this number tell me whether or not I am "good enough" for society.
And I refuse to let this number become my obsession like it used to be.
So with the gym, healthy dieting, and an active positive life style- I am going to get to the weight that I want. Not the weight that I feel society wants.
I'm sharing this because I am proud to say that I have not beaten my demons;
But.. they have not yet beaten me.
Stay strong and positive all of you-
Whatever battle you're facing can be beaten.
I promise you. 💟