Transcendence:

    When I was twelve and a half I became anorexic. My family had teased me often and called me fat (among many other names) and I had just got on the volleyball team, which sported tiny red shorts... Now, I was never in my life fat, in truth I was always a little underweight.
    At thirteen and after volleyball was over, I became bulimic as well. I've suffered many consequences from both. My periods were irregular, sometimes I wouldn't have them for months, sometimes I was throwing up clear flem, I was always cold, always tired, and always sore...
    Now I am nineteen, I haven't thrown up a meal in over two years, I'll take a vitamin supplements, and I eat almost two/two-and-a-half meals a day... but I'm still not better.
    I'm still twenty pounds underweight, I'm still tired and sore a lot, though not as much, and I always get cold before everyone else does. My stomach has shrunk so eating is a difficult process, my bones protrude badly that I'm usually hiding constantly under baggy clothing. Though I'm trying so very hard at not being so damn self-conscience.
    I've fought long and hard in what feels like an uphill battle, just to get this far.
    But I've learned that you should never do anything to try and get people to accept or like/love you. No one can accept you if you cannot accept yourself. YOU have to accept yourself before anyone else can. And if you work to try and get them to, then they're not accepting you. They're accepting what you're NOT.
    I went through a whole lot of hells during my early teens, and I'm just now picking everything up and getting on my feet.
    How you look or how you act is all up to you. Not based on someone else's opinion! This is how you find yourself and who you truly want to be. Not by want others want you to be or how they want you to look.
    Because you must remember that it is YOU who will look yourself in the mirror everyday. It is YOU who will live with a thousand doubts and second questions... always remember that.