No shame zone. I don’t EVER post stuff like this.... EVER.
In 2015, I was WAAAAY underweight. I weighed about 90lbs, when I should have weighed between 113 & 138.... I’ve never had any type of eating disorder, so don’t think that’s what this is. I ate every chance I got. No joke. In jr high, everyone thought I was anorexic, and people made fun of how thin my legs and arms were. It always bothered me. But I could never put on weight.
Skip to 2018, 3 years later, and I’m roughly 100lbs. Now, it may seem like a low number, but I’m so much healthier now. I’m learning to become proud of my body, and I’m finally able to wear clothes that I feel comfortable in. (I still wear baggy stuff because I like to feel comfy, but I used to wear baggy stuff to look less thin) I went on a 2 mile walk at the park by myself tonight because Joey’s out of town, and I needed to clear my head. My doctors have always said that people with depression and anxiety should do some sort of exercise, no matter how small, because it pretty much makes you feel better. Even though it was just a walk, I feel way happier than I did an hour ago when I decided to go walk.
And to end my little rant/story, don’t make fun of people, no matter what their size. Being skinny isn’t always a good thing. I was unhealthy, and unhappy. But now, people at church and my family are even starting to realize a difference. They say I look happy and healthy. And that’s what I’m going for. Happy and healthy.
#happyandhealthy #bodypositivity #takeawalk