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I remember the day I took that picture. I hadn’t eaten in three days. I had worked 14 days straight from picking up shifts so I would be distracted from being hungry. The day before I ran 11 miles on no food. I thought this was healthy.When I look at these pictures I still think I look better before but what in the world was I thinking? I never left the house or saw friends because I was so depressed. I lost more and more weight after this picture but never took more because i didn’t want to see myself. People kept telling me I looked so good and skinny. I liked it and couldn’t stop. 
Here I am now, maybe 20 pounds heavier. A few days ago I had ice cream for the first time in 2 years. If I am tired I don’t force myself to go to the gym. I eat 3 meals a day and now I’m not afraid to go out to eat with friends. I haven’t skipped a day of eating since last summer. I don’t get told I’m skinny anymore but I don’t really care. Anything tastes better than skinny feels. Skinny feels like bones digging into furniture. Skinny feels like almost passing out every time you move. Skinny feels like lying awake at 3AM thinking of food. Skinny feels miserable. Skinny feels like isolating yourself because you can’t go out in case you’ll be faced with food. SKINNY DOES NOT EQUAL HAPPINESS and after 2 years I realize how happy I can be, even with my stomach and thighs. 
I want to tell you that you are beautiful That cake is delicious, and you should eat ice cream when you can. That a size 2 doesn’t mean pretty and a size 20 doesn’t mean fat. That carbs aren’t scary. That the compliments aren’t worth the pain you headed to. That your weight doesn’t make you any less or more attractive. That you have fat, you aren’t fat. That it’s normal to have thighs that touch and most of all that you don’t need to loose 1 pound. Because weight is a number. Don’t let the quality of your life be determined by a number. ​
BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

I remember the day I took that picture. I hadn’t eaten in three days. I had worked 14 days straight from picking up shifts so I would be distracted from being hungry. The day before I ran 11 miles on no food. I thought this was healthy.

When I look at these pictures I still think I look better before but what in the world was I thinking? I never left the house or saw friends because I was so depressed. I lost more and more weight after this picture but never took more because i didn’t want to see myself. People kept telling me I looked so good and skinny. I liked it and couldn’t stop. 

Here I am now, maybe 20 pounds heavier. A few days ago I had ice cream for the first time in 2 years. If I am tired I don’t force myself to go to the gym. I eat 3 meals a day and now I’m not afraid to go out to eat with friends. I haven’t skipped a day of eating since last summer. I don’t get told I’m skinny anymore but I don’t really care. 
Anything tastes better than skinny feels. Skinny feels like bones digging into furniture. Skinny feels like almost passing out every time you move. Skinny feels like lying awake at 3AM thinking of food. Skinny feels miserable. Skinny feels like isolating yourself because you can’t go out in case you’ll be faced with food. SKINNY DOES NOT EQUAL HAPPINESS and after 2 years I realize how happy I can be, even with my stomach and thighs. 

I want to tell you that you are beautiful That cake is delicious, and you should eat ice cream when you can. That a size 2 doesn’t mean pretty and a size 20 doesn’t mean fat. That carbs aren’t scary. That the compliments aren’t worth the pain you headed to. That your weight doesn’t make you any less or more attractive. That you have fat, you aren’t fat. That it’s normal to have thighs that touch and most of all that you don’t need to loose 1 pound. Because weight is a number. Don’t let the quality of your life be determined by a number. ​

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

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