If I told you honestly how many times I started and gave up on writing this post you would probably hate me. Weight. I've struggled with my weight/body image/self confidence for as long as I can remember. Not really sure when or why it started for me, all I know is that up until about a month ago I would starve myself. It really began freshman year of high school, I just kinda started to not eat and feeling guilty when I did eat more than what I thought I should've. Stupid, I

Life has a tendency to make little to no sense a lot of the time. I'm a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. Even though I don't usually see it until long after bad things have happened. We all know it's hard to see why painful, confusing, hurtful things occur in our lives because at the time it never makes sense; it just hurts. Recently, I've been able to look back on the rough year I've had a piece things together, see the reasoning, see how they have changed