You know what? I don’t envy anymore those sick girls who restrict and post their ~recovery meals~ made up of yoghourt and low fat snacks. I’m not staring at pro-ana pics anymore,both fascinated and disappointed. I don’t want to be ill anymore. Life is way more interesting than illness,and this makes me feel fucking confident cause I owe nothing to my disorder. I’m not going to do everything I can to be the sickest. I can stand seeing a thinner girl,and thinking that’s not the life I want.
Now I know I deserve better. Feels great.