My before and after picture is a little different than most of the ones on this site. The picture on the left was me at the end of freshman year, and I had been starving myself. I was dangerously underweight (I’m 5’8” and at that point I was 101 lbs) and extremely insecure - I hated being in pictures, retched when I had even a bite of food, and cried every time I looked in the mirror. I became depressed and shut a lot of people out of my life, even though I needed them more than anything.
The picture on the right is me now, 2 years later, and I can’t tell you how proud I am to be that girl. I put back on the weight I had so desperately tried to lose, and it was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do, but slowly I began to see how much I better I felt. I began to see those curves in the mirror again, the ones that terrified me into an eating disorder, and I gradually began to admire them. Of course I had setbacks and breakdowns, good days and awful days, and I made a ton of mistakes, but I stuck with it.
You see, recovery is a lot like weight loss. You have to learn to love yourself unconditionally, And to want to make that change for you, not anybody else. Because no matter how many times you fall, it’s never too late to get back up and try again.