Whenever someone would state a misconception about me, I would always think to myself, "Do you have any idea who I am?!". Nowadays though, I find myself asking myself, "Who do I think I am?".
Its obvious that this eating disorder, and weight gain have definitely impacted my personality, and my mentality as well. I'm not who I once was.
I'm more cynical, more self-conscious; I don't care about how I look, and I put less thought into what I say. I've detached myself from things I used to hold dear. And quite frankly, I can't stand people anymore.
Its hard enough looking in the mirror to only find a stranger staring back at you, but its even harder not recognize what you consist of.
Spiritually.
Mentally.
Socially.
I feel like I'm split between who I was, and who I'm allowing myself to become. Its almost borderline schizophrenic.
I guess I'm trying to bring a dead person back to life in a sense, but that person is long gone.
Sometimes I wonder if who I was, was really that great to start out with. Maybe I'm just idealizing her, and only remembering the best moments of my past. In my memories, every did seem brighter and gilded with gold.
But gilded objects aren't truly gold, just the thin outer coating is.
I've already admitted that a year ago I was definitely proud, and more than a little harsh at times. I still carry those traits with me, but in different forms, and different levels of severity.
Can I move on? I seriously have no idea. All I want is some stability in my life.
Its obvious that this eating disorder, and weight gain have definitely impacted my personality, and my mentality as well. I'm not who I once was.
I'm more cynical, more self-conscious; I don't care about how I look, and I put less thought into what I say. I've detached myself from things I used to hold dear. And quite frankly, I can't stand people anymore.
Its hard enough looking in the mirror to only find a stranger staring back at you, but its even harder not recognize what you consist of.
Spiritually.
Mentally.
Socially.
I feel like I'm split between who I was, and who I'm allowing myself to become. Its almost borderline schizophrenic.
I guess I'm trying to bring a dead person back to life in a sense, but that person is long gone.
Sometimes I wonder if who I was, was really that great to start out with. Maybe I'm just idealizing her, and only remembering the best moments of my past. In my memories, every did seem brighter and gilded with gold.
But gilded objects aren't truly gold, just the thin outer coating is.
I've already admitted that a year ago I was definitely proud, and more than a little harsh at times. I still carry those traits with me, but in different forms, and different levels of severity.
Can I move on? I seriously have no idea. All I want is some stability in my life.
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