Cheerio’s & Fruitloops: Dangers in the Pantry and my ED.

Two years.

Two years since I decided that I couldn’t live like that anymore.

Two years since I started facing one of the hardest parts of who I was.

Two bloody years.

I had gotten to a point in my eating disorder that I could no longer imagine my life without it. As if my ED had finally made itself a formal extension of me.

No, screw that.

Two years since I stopped letting my ED control my every movement, plan my schedules, and run my life.

For You: Being Patient With Your Journey

This is for anyone that feels like they are not going fast enough;

For anyone that feels they are constantly behind someone or something;

For anyone that feels like they ought to be doing more, trying harder, being better;

This is for anyone that feels failure;

Not just in their heart; But in their soul.

This is for any one that dreams of the future but can’t help but fear the present.

This is for that fear that lives inside of you; But this is also for the you that lives inside of you.

Monsters Under The Bed: Self-Awareness and the Fall of Rome.

I consider myself an utter bat case half of the time. Most days I barely have the same pair of socks on, and even then, when I have a day where I’m feeling good about myself, I more often than not will trip in the middle of a crowded area or dribble coffee down my chin, having it land in a poetically ostracised way on my almost definitely wrinkled blouse.

I mean, as a 24-year-old, I am not sure whether there is a right answer to what you’re supposed to be doing with your life. I think most don’t have it figured out in their 20’s. Heck! I don’t think a lot of people get it figured out by their 40’s (even Instagram models and Judges – I swear to ya!).