I Say, I’m Recovered.
However is there such a thing.
I don’t abuse laxatives, or make myself purge.
No longer restricting calories, or missing social events.
The Photo Attached: is from 2007 during the dangerous part of my struggle. I look at this picture it makes me want to be skinny. But I also remember how broken inside I was. I NEVER want to feel that way again.
However, is there such a thing as being fully recovered?
I do look in the mirror and say wow I’m fat.
Yes, I avoided the gym and eating healthy as the fear of falling back.
Am I really recovered?
If I was, would looking at old photos be this bad for my mental and physical health?
When I look into the future, there are no issues in sight. But when I look in the past some things makes me want to fall back.
This pain is real, the struggle is real.
But why do I call myself recovered? I’m not and not sure if I ever will!
RM grew up in a household of dysfunction. She is trying her hardest to stay afloat!
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