I was looking at old photos today. I realized all the things I went through. I was able to tell you what problem I was having during each photo. The photos showed me how much I knew about myself and how much I didn't. (The girl in the picture is a girl I watched grow up.)
The picture of me in a purple shirt was when I was anorexic.
The skirt and shirt that was at a family gathering was when I was bulimic.
The picture of me in a pyramid with two other girls was when I was suffering from anxiety.
The Easter bunny picture was when I finally realized I had someone actually there for me even though it wasn't for long.
Santa Claus and the helpers was a time when I kept myself as busy as possible just like I do today.
The bowling alley with a girl from my past was a time of knowing everything was about to change.
Making a snow angel as a kid was a time of play but sorrow.
The picture of a little girl with crooked teeth holding her new puppy was a time of hope and playfulness.
Same girl riding that horse was the girl feeling free for the first time.
A young lady curled up on the couch with a black kitten was a time of relaxation.
The same girl dying her hair black for the first time was the day she wanted to rebel.
That 13th birthday was the day she knew she chose to live in the right place.
Now for the embarrassing picture of the girl with curly hair and corn and spaghetti all over her face. That was just a typical 2 year old.
The same girl who was anorexic but in this picture gained so much weight. She finally was back to normal.
Now, I look at my latest photos thinking that I look serene and calm. I may look that way, but do I really feel that way? None of the photos above had the thoughts behind them show. So, what could my pictures really show from my life today?
I guess my life may be insane, but I look back thinking that I am happy to rush through the difficult times. Time to try to slow down and take each hour nice and slow.
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