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22:53

I don't want to be my eating disorder anymore.  I don't want funny looks from people  when I tell them I'm vegan and t...

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I don't want to be my eating disorder anymore.  I don't want funny looks from people  when I tell them I'm vegan and that it's a restrictive diet and that, I shouldn't eat that way.  I don't want my mom to be looking at my knuckles, my dry cracked knuckles and have a worried look in her eyes and say,  "we should get blood tests" followed  by,  "are you purging?"  my cracked knuckles are from the bleach at my work that myself and others frequently use.  I don't want to be having a huge panic attack on my...

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18:38

This is supposed to be the part where I talk about loving my body once and for all and not giving a flying fuck what I look like. This ...

This is supposed to be the part where I talk about loving my body once and for all and not giving a flying fuck what I look like. This is supposed to be the after shot of my life after struggling with an eating disorder for the most of last year. If I said that I love myself and am at peace with my body I'd be lying. Loving your body at every stage of life is harder then it looks. Four months ago, I moved from my little city of Victoria to Vancouver. Since then, a lot...

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18:47

This is happening! This is really really happening! My brain is screaming this so loudly in the cafe I'm in, that I worry that maybe ...

This is happening! This is really really happening! My brain is screaming this so loudly in the cafe I'm in, that I worry that maybe I'm REALLY screaming. But honestly, if I was, I wouldn't care. I'm smiling too hard and instead of with anxiety, my hands are shaking with anticipation of my future.  It was only a couple weeks ago that I posted a story that has been brewing inside for ages, waiting to be shared. The responses I received made me so incredibly happy. I never knew my experience would make an impact to so many....

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13:10

How is it that in the span of the hours in the late night and early morning that all of a sudden, after being fed up of tossing and...

How is it that in the span of the hours in the late night and early morning that all of a sudden, after being fed up of tossing and turning, that I finally decided to write? It's 4AM. I can't sleep at all and I'm hungry. So, to satisfy myself without making a trip to the kitchen, I'll write my first blog post. Throughout the months of 2014-15, after experiencing my first heartbreak, high school graduation and a messy fuck buddy ordeal, my mental illness plummeted. I was stuck at a job I loathed in a cafe, spent...

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