Me
I feel like my body restricts my soul, I just want to be free.
Honestly, it was never about numbers. Never about calories and never about scales. It was about the feeling. The light stomach, the blurry vision, the constant headaches. It was the easy frustration and quick anger. I just wanted to know that I was still alive, that I could still feel. It wasn’t until after the compliments about weight loss, the tighter shirts I could wear, the confidence I felt that I started losing to lose. And now I’m somewhere stuck between this crazy idea that I starve for control and the idea that i starve for beauty.
