Kayla, I love you.
I am literally in tears as I write this. After reading your post about being 101 pounds, I was overcome with such emotion. I remember when I first came across your blog (98pounds) almost a year ago. I saw your sidebar picture- an extremely skinny girl that was obviously unhappy- and then read some of your posts. I didn’t follow you because you were sad, lonely, and after one thing: weight loss. Then a few months ago I noticed someone with the blog “odolnost” kept liking all my posts, so I finally checked your blog out. I saw your sidebar picture and instantly remembered you. But this time it was a different Kayla; a healthier, stronger, determined girl. Not only were you on the road to recovery from your eating disorder, you were smiling. Genuinely smiling.
I think of you as family; as my sister, and to see you so happy reminds me that life is an amazing thing. It’s an adventure, a struggle, a heaven and a hell. You’ve been through it all, but you haven’t let any of these experiences harden your spirit, mind or soul. I’ve seen you at your lowest and your highest, on your good days and your bad days. I’ve seen you lose and gain weight, and face the consequences that each of these actions brought upon you.
I’m so glad you found running. It saved me, and I feel like it just might save you on the days where you feel that unsatisfaction with your body or life.
Always remember that you have to walk your own path, but that doesn’t mean you have to walk it alone.