I’ll be 22 in one hour. I’m calmly freaking out about not being 21 anymore.

A lady just came up to me and got a giant bug out of my hair.
And the best part is she was squirming and afraid like “ew. Wait don’t move. Don’t move”. How badass and adorable and cute.
Girls are so awesome.

I hate that I spent 8 years of my young life with an eating disorder.
But recovery has brought me a new attitude towards food and life in general.
I’m so thankful for the small things, now. I’m so grateful for the food that nourishes my body, for each meal shared with my family, for the moments I get to spend with my friends instead of eating myself from the inside.
I’m so fucking glad I took this eating disorder away from my life. And I’m hopeful that I’ll keep fighting it off.

Yesterday,

My mom told me “you look good ! You’re really fit”

This boy told me “your body looks like a painting of a greek goddess" 

And I ran for one hour, which I would have NEVER thought myself capable of. 

Life is ok. Life is really ok.