I wanted to get faster so I destroyed my body.
I fixed myself.
I got restless and unhappy again so I started doing it healthily.
I felt perfect for a spell.
I lost too much, and my body began to shut down.
I started gaining, I got scared.
I almost relapsed.
At 25 pounds heavier than my “healthy” lowest weight, I’m finally learning the meaning of true happiness and perfection.
The details aren’t too relevant. I’m me now, and who I was 6 months, 12 months, 2 years ago doesn’t matter anymore.