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To those who are battling a chronic illness…

My father was diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis 10 years ago and i was diagnosed in 2014. I got this tattoo after reading about the ‘spoon theory’ and how much more my father and I have bonded over our Colitis. I took a huge negative and turned it into a positive. I am thankful to have a father who can relate to my illness, understand and give me the proper support. although his Colitis is not as severe as mine, It helps to see my father live more of a normal life than he did when he was first diagnosed.

This means there is hope for all of us dealing with a chronic illness, we can do it. WE can get healthy and live a normal lifestyle, it may not happen over night but it will happen! there may be restrictions along the way but always make the best of life! IF my dad can do it, so can i! and so can you!

Keep your head up! Positive Mental Attitude, One Life One Chance.

spooniestrong please help spread the word of the positive mental attitude!


PS, I am 26 years old, live on my own and still afraid to tell my parents when i get new tattoo’s…it has been awhile since i got this tattoo and still have yet to show them

Every day that you wake up be grateful. The things you take for granted, other people are praying for. Keep in mind that somebody else is happy with a lot less than you.. ❤️

After losing a lot of weight due to depression, anxiety, and intense and unbearable amounts of stress for over a year, I have been working so hard to get back to good health and gain not only my sanity back but my body. And my curves! I’ve gone from a measly 89lbs (at my worst), to a healthier 119lbs (as of today). I have thighs again. (Never wanted the “gap”). I have a BUTT again. (so thrilled about that!) I’ve been eating well, which is great because I wasn’t eating at all for so long. I’m doing yoga and things that balance my mind and body. I’ve also started to waist train again after stopping more than three years ago. I can say that I am happy with my progress. I feel good, therefor I look good. In my mind anyway. Not too concerned about what others think. I feel beautiful in my skin again. And that’s hard for me after a year of struggling to find myself again. I took this today, just an hour ago and I look at it and smile because this time it’s me and not a girl who I envy on the internet. If I can get through what I’ve been through in the last two years, anyone can. It’s been really fucking hard and I’ve struggled to keep my sanity it tact. But I’m here. I’m breathing. And I’m living.