recovery warriors

You are a warrior. You’ve been up against battle after battle; each challenging in its own way. Yet, you’re still standing. You’re still alive, and stronger than ever. You’ve got this.
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin

I was leaning over to reach into my backpack at the bus stop and when I stood back up, this sweet girl came up to me and said: “I’m sorry I don’t mean to bother you but I just had to tell you that you just made me feel so much better about my body. I saw you and I thought “wow she’s so beautiful and she seems so confident” and then I saw your stretch marks and thought “I didn’t realize that even someone as tiny as you can have stretch marks and that it’s normal and beautiful! Why don’t I have the same love for my body that has stretch marks too?” And she started to tear up and I just asked if I can hug her and we just sat there and I held her for a minute as she was fighting back tears. We exchanged numbers & IG’s and I just spoke from my heart and told her how important she is and body positive mantras and tips for self love that I live by that could maybe help her too.

even though she was telling me how much I was helping her, i don’t think she realizes just how much that meant to me too. I will remember this exchange/conection with that beautiful soul for the rest of my life

Someday I hope I can eat my mothers cooking without automatically counting the calories in my head.

Someday I hope I can go to the bathroom and not lift up my shirt to see how my stomach looks.

Someday I hope I can have a piece of cake and not worry about it. 

Someday I hope I can order whatever I want off the menu, not because it looks healthy, but because I want it.

Someday I hope i can stop comparing myself to others.

Someday I am going to be okay.

I know I am slowly getting there.

They’ve broken you
into pieces,
this world, this life,
Telling you you’re glass.

But although you’ve shattered into fragments,
and these hurting, angry, scared pieces
of yourself,
grasp to survive,
you continue to rise up
from the burnt ashes,
Piece by freakin piece.

And although you’re suffocating,
and the water you keep
gives the illusion that you’re drowning,
you don’t let the walls
shudder around you, and
destroy you.

You let it strengthen you,
instead of your organs
living in an empty shell,
you rise up over the walls,
rise up from the water
and show them
you’re made of steel.

—  charleigh aleyna.