Hey.
It has been a while since I last wrote.
And that´s because Me and S had had a long weekend, with not far from just time for each other. And yesterday I had myself a tattoo. Fucking hurts on the back of your leg, but I made it through, without any mistakes or twitches done.
3 hours it took, but I had a tattoo made by the countries best tattoo artist.
I think about my body allot, but I seem smaller and smaller for every day that passes. But I don't know if I'm actually loosing weight or if I'm just getting used to the reality. You see, scales aren't allowed in this home, well they are, but If I had a scale I would stand up on it everyday. And to think of doing that, hurts even more than the tattoo did.
I've had chats and deeper conversations with people in my surrounding about my e.d.'s and anorexia. It helped, S's mom and S are like my saviors. I'm so grateful for every friends presence and extensive help. If I'm just busy with family and friends or something else I can bare my disease a bit easier. So thank you for that. I'm really fortunate to have those families and friends I can talk to, someones... got no one.
But I'm here for anyone who just wan't to talk about anything!
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