Today, I cried over a salad.
For the past 4.5 years, I have eaten low-fiber diet.
For the past 4.5 years, I have avoided (while not perfectly) vegetables, fruit, nuts, seeds, and whole grains.
For the past 4.5 years, I have ignored intense, agonizing cravings - my body’s way of saying “Hey, I need something.”
For the past 4.5 years, I have clutched my pained, bloated stomach, cried myself to sleep, vomited into toilets, and cursed my body.
For the past 4.5 years, I have relinquished control of my body to terrible, silent and chronic illness.
It is amazing the power food and illness can hold over us. Being able to control what we eat is very symbolic; being able to control what we eat is directly related to being able to control our bodies, our lives.
Being able to eat a salad without pain or nausea is not just about experiencing tastes and pleasure; Being able to control the food I eat is being able to control my body. It is being able to control my life.
Eating a salad feels like I am getting my life back.
Keybutthead needs to think before he speaks
- Minho: Where do you want to go?
- Keybutthead: scotland!
- Minho: Can we really run all the way there?
- Keybutthead: ...aren't you magical?
- Minho: I might as well be a unicorn, huh?
- Keybutthead: *smiles and squeezes your hand* can i ride you??
- Wait... no...
- Minho: LMFAO /laughsobseverywhere
ALSKDJDNSKKDHEI!!!!!
DAMMIT ZICO! I’m about getting ready to go to a job interview today till I stumbled across your letter to BBCs.
I AM F**KING SOBBING AND I LOOK HORRIBLE RIGHT NOW! HOW AM I GONNA EXPLAIN TO THE DUDE THAT I AM DISGUSTING LOOKING CUZ MY FAVORITE IDOL FROM KOREA BROKE MY HEART INTO A MILLION TINY PIECES?! AS IF I WASN’T FEELING LIKE SHIT ALREADY??!!! Damn headache!
I love so much but I also hate you at the same time. Being a fangirl has never been this painful…
