You will never win. My inner strength will never let you overshadow my positivity. You are the dark to my light and I’ve never wanted to be in your shadows. You might have had your way with me in the past but we are now in my present and you have no place here. Don’t even think about worming your way into my future! Your sabotage has always tried to bring me down and I’ve picked myself back up every time.
I’m not that weak girl you used to bully. I’ve realized the beauty of my soul and the loveliness of my heart. You won’t take away my smile. I won’t let you make me cry. You won’t diminish my spark or blow out my flame. I’m more than you. I’m stronger than you’ve ever been. You must be exhausted from your futile attempts so why don’t you just give it a rest. I will never succumb to the doubts you inject in my thoughts. Even when I fall I will rise up again. Even when I break I will always mend.
You have no idea how bright the fire inside of me burns with determination. You wouldn’t be so dead set on destroying me if you didn’t fear the power of my light. No matter what you do, no matter what obstacles or sorrows you bring I will never give in. I will fight to my very last breath to live a life free of your misery. I’ve learned the kindness of positivity. The peace of a positive mind. The joy of a positive soul. The beauty of a positive heart.
All those chapters of my life that you haunted me in have been closed, locked, and sealed. Maybe you didn’t get the memo but I’ve been done with you for a while now so please see yourself out of my mind because you are not welcome there. Don’t even try and slither into my heart because you’ll be electrocuted by the love living there. Let your friends, Doubt and Fear know I’m finished with them too. I told you I’ve seen all your tricks and you can’t fool me into giving into you anymore. You always preyed on my insecurities but I’ve learned how to defend myself. More than that I’ve learned what it means to love myself. This war between us will only end one way, with your surrender.
You were never my friend so don’t even pretend. The only thing I’ll ever use you for is to help me develop…
Goodbye and good riddance,
Note: This is for all of you out there fighting that forever battle between your hope and doubts. I’m proud of you, and I know positivity will be yours to enjoy and pass on.
I’d like to share my story with the world, because I think it is important and I think it needs to be heard. I was born in a diplomatic family, and as a result, I have moved quite alot through my entire life. When I was 12, I moved from a country i deeply loved. I became depressed, everything I knew had been ripped off from my chest and stomped on. As a result, I started self medicating with food. I’d remember that I’d walk into the kitchen late at night with puffy eyes, I’d stuff my throat until I could not feel anymore, until I would stop crying. 3 years later, I am still struggling with my depression and binge eating. I was also diagnosed with bipolar disorder, which only makes things harder on me. Anyway… when I became depressed, I gained a huge amount of weight at once. I was always chubby, but it was never something extreme. As a result of my recent weight gain, I have stretch marks on my belly, thighs and breasts. When my family found out about them, they pressured me and begged me to get treatment, telling me that I’d be depressed and ashamed of my body later on, and that I would not be able to get them removed if I waited. I listened to them, and I went to a dermatologist to prescribed me a cream for stretch marks. I remember that whenever somebody noticed the marks on my belly and questioned me about it, I would quickly change the subject, and feel ashamed. I am extremely proud to tell you that I only went through with the treatment for 2 weeks. After rubbing that cream on every night, I came to realize something… and that is, I AM BEAUTIFUL. And these stretch marks are a part of me, and I never want them off. They represent a difficult time period that I am still going through, and the truth is, my body has become a journal for my life. Why would I want to erase something that happened to me? Why would I let society make me feel ashamed and apologetic for who I am? I am going to cherish it, and consider it a part of me, something that made me learn and made me stronger. Women who are struggling with stretch marks out there… Don’t be. I’ve accepted them as part of me and nothing will change that. They are part of you too. Do not let society tell you to feel ashamed, that you are ugly. They are a part of you, and you are so beautiful. Please, never feel ashamed of yourself, never feel like you have to succumb to society’s sick beauty standards. Today, I love my stretch marks. If I can be here to tell you that I am proud of myself, despite being fat, despite having stretch marks, if I have survived years of depression and binge eating, so can you. You are beautiful. Never let anybody tell you otherwise :)
i used to hate myself. i was teased relentlessly. i was always told that i was too fat, that i was lazy, that i did not care about my appearance, this coming from even my family. i would never dress pretty, i felt that i didn’t deserve to wear nice dresses or skirts. i never wanted to go do fun things like a normal kid my age. i was always putting myself down. i tried every diet, all the pills, the latest exercise fads. i was never actually obese, but i was a little overweight, but i saw myself as being the hugest person in the world because i didn’t look amazing in a bikini and other people did. i felt guilty whenever i ate something and whenever i sat down and wasn’t exercising. i didn’t have a healthy relationship with food, and i ate when i got depressed. i’ve recently entered high school, just moving from overseas. i’ve made amazing friends who respect and love me just the way i am. i’ve lost almost 30 pounds and i feel great. no more diets and crazy exercising for me, just healthier food and daily activity. i’ve realized that i’m never going to be the skinniest and fittest person in the world, but that i’m amazing, gorgeous, talented and just happy with myself the way i am. when other girls are obsessing about their tans and how fat they are because they ate a french fry. i found that if i see myself with confidence, that i can inspire others. i’ll be enjoying life without complications, wearing nice skirts and eating as many fries as i want :D
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