2 Months with Dreadlocks





Weight: 147

For so long I’ve fought myself. I’ve forced fad diets upon myself, and foods down my throat that I never crave, or cringe to look at. (history of my diet here) I’ve made many empty promises to those around me about “doing it this time” or “I’m gonna start tomorrow”. So many people have lost faith in my efforts, and judge my actions endlessly. Its only a part of healing, but they’ll never understand. They’ve never been plagued by an eating disorder. The broken promises that hurt me the most are those I’ve made to myself. I’m the one who wants me to be a certain weight. I’m the one who made everyone see my present self as an issue, an abnormality, and something to bend like cold metal into the shape that it belongs in. With force and speed comes the eventual bounce back. As I go back and forth, motivated to unmotivated, heavy to light, nothing gets any better, only worse. Diets do not work. They harm your body far more than help in the long run. That’s why I’ll never diet again. Continue reading “Weight: 147”

March Favorites

Singer- Lana Del Rey

Song- Yayo

TV Show- Friends

Exercise- Hulahooping

Food- Larabar chocolate energy bites

Hairstyle- down

Adventure- My friend Sean and I went on a city exploration date where we ate good food, and danced on a rooftop while blowing bubbles and laughing until our lungs fell out.

Quote- “Without a break from the modern world, we never can realize how trapped we are.” – Kit (@idletheorybus)

Physical Quality- Eyes, nose

Internal Quality- Openness

Youtuber- Sarah Baska




Reality Check

I’ve been seeing so many women posting their best vs. normal posture photos next to each other. This trend is a really positive movement of self empowerment and is a real representation of the female body as an imperfect thing. So many models who post only “perfect” photos of themselves cause young girls to feel inadequate in their transition to adulthood. They see so many on the powerful vortex that is social media, that they assume it’s normal to be flawless. How could they assume differently? No one has imperfections on the internet! Now though, any women are choosing to show that you can be beautiful, without that photoshopped level of perfection. There’s something so satisfying and relatable about looking at a beautiful picture of someone compared to what they would look like 99% of the time. To me it makes them more beautiful, and loads more confident.

Here’s mine:


My body is so loud when it comes to alerting me of my wrongdoings relating to its well being. I’ve compiled a list of my body’s signals, their meanings, and how to solve them. I’ve done some research relating to the remedies that I could emplace to further my physical health. I took what I see as abnormalities to my healthy function, and found the solutions, or at least healthy steps toward other solutions. Take what you will from this, I’m no doctor. Continue reading “Remedies”

I Can’t Sleep

I feel so alone as I sit here in my bed coughing up my lungs like I have for the past five months. I wish someone would come to fix it. I’m apprehensive about the journey that lies ahead of me. The mountain that I’ve attempted and failed for so many long years. I feel like my mindset is different and better now. I know I am completely capable of doing this, yet something holds me back. I can’t put my finger on it. No matter how many lonely hours I lay awake in my bed, tossing and turning, trying so wildly to find a position that feels like me; where there are no rolls, or blobs of fat. I put it there though. I did all of this to myself and I’m reaping the punishment of my hatred fueled prison.

I don’t want to be touched, I want to be alone, but at the same time I want the opposite of everything I receive. In this moment I don’t seek love or support from anyone around me, for I must complete this on my own. Relying on others for happiness results in the theft of it. No near sighted goal will long be accomplished without proper action. I had the body that I wanted. I was “perfect” to myself. I see that now, but then it wasn’t enough for me. I was ungrateful and I suppose that could be a reason the universe took it from me. To teach me that if I’m going to live there, I have to be grateful for every moment rather than wait for it.

Still it seems as though I refuse to work for what I’m after, I’m lazy, my ambitions are lost talk. Such surface assumptions made by even those closest to me. Those who doubt me more than I doubt myself, and those who hinder my forward growth because they’re stuck in the past as I was. I don’t want to do what I did to be where I was, because if I did, I’d end up here again. If I want to make improvements to my condition I first must accept the present. Something I’ve done, or at least am quickly achieving. I am here now. I then must dissect the issues with my physical being. My body, my skin, my cough, the metabolic processes which my organs carry out. Those organs are what keep me alive. I treat them so poorly. I am so harsh. I put pure garbage into them because my tongue tells me to. I hate my tongue. It’s probably my least favorite part of my body. If I could remove my taste buds I would. Then I could eat only the most essential nutrients without all of the trash. There’s just something about junk food that addicts us like cocaine. I’m breaking that. I don’t care the struggle I’ll go through, or the sleepless nights like this one that I’ll meet. Eventually, someday I know I’ll look back on this and wish I could hug the girl who wrote this and tell her what I’m currently typing. I’ll be okay.

Back to the present, somewhere I wish I didn’t have to be. I can’t say “I’m starting tomorrow” because there’s no way to start over, plus who really sticks to those empty words. You don’t get a rewind in life, though if I did, I know the exact millisecond I’d go back to.

I’m sorry to my beautiful body for what I’ve covered it with, and put into it. You are what you eat, so that makes me utter waste. Everyone around me is disappointing in me, and that heavily reflects on my well being and my ability to get out of this sedentary rut. I won’t be pretty until I’m lean again, but I can try to be happy. Until then I’ll try to hide the ugly, but it lingers.IMG_6882.


My mind is very strong, and I keep trying to give myself advice. I overthink every detail of the extremely primitive instinct of eating. Eat when you’re hungry, stop when you’re not. That’s all I should pay attention to. I think my world will really open up if I could do those two simple and supposedly natural virtues. My stomach acts as a bottomless hole that can consume and consume and never cease to expand. The amount of room in there is shocking. I’m either hungry or nauseous because I ate too much, there’s no in between. I don’t know if I’m lacking some chemical or if it’s all in my head. The easily confronted matter is that of my mind. Recently I’ve been testing the waters to see if I can cleanse myself of the diet mentality, and this ever nagging binge eating disorder I’ve acquired. I keep telling myself to find something else to do instead of eating. I ask myself “am I really hungry?” I do so many things to quell my undying desire to consume a flavor that ultimately leads me to ail. Some days are harder than others, some cravings are worse than the rest, and sometimes I just can’t. But I always try again the next day to improve my physical health. No matter what I eat, my mental health keeps improving

I have a little goal of breaking into the 130s by April 17th. I’ll be hiking a lot over spring break, so that’ll help, and hopefully my physical health incline will be as steady as the hills I so desperately seek. I weigh 146 right now.