The picture on the left is me at my absolute heaviest. My mom had passed just a year before, my boyfriend at the time treated me terribly, I was cutting, I felt relieved when the thought of suicide crossed my mind. I grew up abused, molested, neglected and more often than not, I let the struggle get the best of me and I did what I could to survive; if that’s even what you want to call it. Here I am two years later- still battling the demons every day, but you bet I fight like hell. I consider myself a warrior. I fought to be the girl I am now. I love my body for what it is, because you bet I didn’t get here sitting back and hoping something happens. I went out and made it happen. Through a lot of sweat tears and hell, even some blood involved I am now the happiest I have ever been. Not because I lost over fifty pounds but because I worked for it, conquering each and every obstacle as it comes my way.
May the light lead you out of your darkest days, and with all else. Love yourself.
Remember I love you and I’m proud of you. You, yes you.