My friend, a fitness manager, once said that most people have a little screw loose that drives them to pursue a career in fitness. As strange as that sounds, he’s right.
In my case I had depression and anorexia or orthorexia in high school, but labels are irrelevant. Essentially, I played two sports with just enough food to energetically feign a smile and conceal my intern battles.
I posted this photo on Instagram (body.culture) and got an overwhelmingly positive response, which I appreciate so much. As the caption says, “I’m wearing floral skirts differently nowadays. I’ve progressed from malnourishing my body to fueling it, from physical weakness to strength and from discomfort to confidence.”
When I see the girl that I used to be, I feel sad for her. I wish I could help her and tell her that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. She seems sad, alone and lost. However, the girl on the right drastically contrasts her qualities. That girl loves herself fully.
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