I used to be someone I wasn't proud of during my late teens. I hated myself and for that I neglected myself. My health was bad, I weighed at the most 98 pounds {and that was my heaviest at that time} and I was sick all the time. I did very poorly in school I failed all but my art and photography classes. It got to the point where even my parents gave up on me. Which I think was the worse thing for me. {Not blaming them honestly I understand why they did it.} I no longer had the will to move on from that point.
However, I came to meet my Hubs the spring of my final year and he helped me to believe in myself again.
He helped me to relearn who I was and who I wanted to be.
He taught me to forgive myself and I'm honestly still learning to begin anew. I also admit that I still fall back into hating myself and I have to forgive myself all over again.
I just needed to get this out there and off my chest and mind.
Thanks for reading if you read it.
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