However, as broken as it seems sometimes, as harsh and dangerous as it looks from a distance, there’s a beauty to it upon closer inspection. Much as there is a method to the madness, there’s a beauty to the destruction.
You deserve so much more than a day, you deserve more than just a cake, more than just a greeting—you deserve the world.
There’s another number that goes along with all of the rest that are neatly categorized within the multitude of numbers that make up the story of my own anorexia. That number is seven – seven years this month, since Dr. Riggs lost her battle to cancer.
Thank you for teaching me that I am worth something.
Thank you for teaching me to never take anything too personal. We were always teasing each other, looking for ways to embarrass one another, and making fun of ourselves together.
Thank you for showing me that I am capable of giving someone a chance, even when miles and borders separated us, I took the chance and tried to make it work.
Remember that one Sunday night on a cold November when I texted you a crying emoticon? :'( Yes, that was the night my cheating boyfriend broke up with me. I was crying so hard that time.
Thank you for the hardships — indeed, every hardship was followed by ease.
I learned that being myself was okay. It was enough. I could be my own person and still be liked, adored and even loved.
Let me start saying thank you. I want you to know that everything you did, tried to do, were highly appreciated.