Fighting Disorder Is Hard.
This is my body, I’m not nude, I’m not being showy. I’m just a girl in a doctor who shirt who took time to take this picture in between laying in bed doing nothing for 8+ hours.
How is it that we’re raised to hate ourselves, what kind of human survival is it to teach our daughters that they are worthless and ugly and never good enough?
I’m fighting it. I’m fighting it everyday because there has GOT to be something wrong with the way I’m thinking. No animal is this self destructive on purpose, nobody is made this way. So I’m fighting this by thanking that which I hate.
Thank you for getting me through the days, for letting me travel through the snow and wind and treck through the Canadian winters to get to work everyday. Thank you for giving me the strength to do the things I take for granted. I take you for granted, and I’m so sorry.
I’m going to pledge to start paying more attention to you, to give you the food you need in proper intervals, to try to be more active so you can help me in all the ways that you do, so that you can last me my whole life.
This body is the only one I’ll ever have, and I’m going to start being thankful for it.