I was a ballet dancer for years.
I had a really messed up vision for what I was "supposed to look like."
I used to make myself throw up so I wouldn't gain weight.
I used to flip a hairbow on my wrist until it bruised as a punishment and as a reminder that I was worthless.
I got injured, rolled my ankle, significantly, which ended up ending my dance career. I wanted to give up. My entire world stopped. So, I started to find my relief in food. Not good food either, but fast foods, sugar, alcohol.... I was trying to drown out all of my emotions.
I gained about 20 pounds in this time frame and began to hate everything about myself.
This picture depicts the story of a 28 year old girl who has gone up and down with her weight, has struggled with her mindset, and has always thought she was fat...
But this picture also shows someone who has overcome hating herself.
I have replaced the food and eating disorder with:
Today, I’m proud of my body.