Stand Up For Who You Are!

If someone tries to bring you down, hold your head higher & smile

People get picked on & bullied for many different things. It could be something as simple as the clothes you wear or your style of hair, to the colour of your skin or the person you choose to love, whether it be a man or a woman.
I'm one of those people. However, I just think I have a flashing neon sign above my head saying "Pick On Me!" as I've no idea why people choose to bully me. I'm just trying to be myself! And that's just it! No matter what you do, how many times you colour your hair, or change your clothing style, some people will just walk right over you.
So, what do we do?
We have to learn to stand up for ourselves, because it's our right to have the freedom to live as we are. We shouldn't have to change ourselves in any sort of way, except to gain a bit of confidence & build on our self esteem.

My blog is about how I try to be me, trying to be the best I can be!

I promise you this is not a super depressing blog, because I sure as hell ain't a depressed person, though, I do have my moments, just as everyone else does.
This is where I will be 100% myself, expressing my thoughts & feelings on different matters & also my daily life.

What I hope to do here on this blog, is to put a smile on your face &, hopefully, let you know it's okay to be yourself; to be proud of who you are!

If you do read my blog & you find that you find what I say has some truth to it, or my wackiness & randomness of my true self puts a good smile on your face, please don't hesitate to comment & let me know! Putting a smile on someone's face is always the best thing! It'd make my day! :)

Well, I hope you enjoy my blog... Have a good day! :)


Showing posts with label anorexia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anorexia. Show all posts

Tuesday, 7 August 2012

Getting In Shape!

This post may be triggering to any person with an ED.
I do not have one myself, but I don't wish to trigger anyone that does.
This is just a heads up, so continue reading if you wish. :)


Since I got back from the Gaeltacht, I haven't really been happy with the way I look. To be honest, yes, I know I'm pretty. I may not be the most gorgeous girl around, but, as people say, I'm cute. The thing is, I  don't like my stomach. I never really have. Well, except for when we did the talent show for school last year. Then, my stomach had been flat & I had last several pounds, due to a ton of dance practise.
Otherwise, I'm not entirely active. I play rugby, but it's seasonal sport, with training just once a week. I am a lazy person. There's no two ways about it & I'm not really too ashamed about it either. Well, except when I realised no one else in my house at the Gaeltacht weren't too bothered to wear bikinis or to just show off their stomachs or legs. I'm not a huge fan of either, though I would be more likely to wear a pair of shorts than a bikini.

So, I want to take action on all this negativity. Rugby is starting up soon again, so I've got to be somewhat fit for that too. I don't really plan to cut down on food, but just try to stop going for seconds after dinner, especially when it's a meal I love. I hope to substitute most sugary snakes for fruit instead, or just tell myself "No. Dinner will be ready soon enough." I've been doing that lately & I don't know, I haven't lost anything, weight-wise, but losing weight isn't exactly my main aim anyway, though it may help. My main aim is to flatten my stomach, so I don't see it jutting out in my way when I look down at my feet, so I can just see my toes & a little of my feet that come just before them.

So, I've decided, I will to exercise more. I've started a bit already, doing push-ups & sit-ups. IM had showed me a great way to do sit-ups when she was over in June & my sister found an old book on stretches and exercises that Dad used to use, so I'm putting all that new information to the test.

However, every single time I start something like this, I never finish it. It's not that I don't want to, but, I guess, I get easily distracted or I get too busy with the B&B or school. After that I just want to rest or something. I think I  just have a motivation problem or something. It annoys the shite out of me & I mean to go on, but I just stop. I'm going to work hard this time, though, & try my best to get motivated.

I'm sort of afraid, though. I know it sounds so stupid, but I am. I've learned quite a bit about EDs the last few years, especially anorexia. I'm not an expert & I've never suffered from any ED, but I'm scared that if I do keep exercising & start to think that it's not enough. I'm afraid I'll start doing something unlike me & cut down my food intake, though I do eat pretty healthy overall. I'm scared that I'll start obsessing about my weight & looks, thinking I'm anything but slim. I know it sounds crazy & stupidly immature, but, to be honest, I do worry about it. I know an ED doesn't just start like that, but it could, possibly, couldn't it? I feel so stupid & embarrassed by my fear, but I need to just say it. Like, I know a ton of healthy, fit people without - or have basically overcome, in one case - an ED. However, it still bothers me sometimes... It's idiotic to a point, but I can't help feeling this way. I feel a bit better now that it's off my chest, though.

I think, after I brush my teeth, I'm going to do some sit-ups! Better to push on instead of a fear holding me back, right? 

Monday, 4 June 2012

Feeling... Blank....

I don't know what I feel... I don't know if I'm angry or just plain upset... Furious or devistated... I mailed her over Facebook that we really need to talk, that I've never been so serious in my life! I haven't told her that I've read her blog yet. I'll only tell her that when I'm sure she will reply right away. I don't think I can stand much more of a delay of a few minutes. The agony of just waiting for her to get online is horrible... Plus I don't want to take the day with her from her dad. He may see her more than I do, but it'd be unfair, wouldn't it? But the day was meant to be spent with me &, it seems, she may have asked to be picked up earlier now, instead of talking out our problems... I just don't know... This blogging thing does help though - I now understand that - but she still has to talk to me, right? She can't just leave me in the dark! I have never left her side (figuritively) when she told me she had anorexia, she cut herself or even when she told me, on Friday, that she had tried to commit suicide! Why would I suddenly be jealous & cruel towards her? Maybe it's the anorexia, or "Ana", talking, but it seriously hurts all the same. I have had many problems as well, since she's left, but I try to tell her, some I haven't managed to form into words for her yet, so am I just as bad? No... I don't think so... It's out relationship that's got the brunt of whatever is wrong with her now - I have. I stayed up until 4am last night after posting my three blogs, crying... I couldn't stop... Someone just help me... Please!!! <3

Welcome, I guess...

This is my amazing first blog...! Spectacular, eh? I don't know what exactly what to write... Possibly an explanation as to why I'm actually going to try and blog, maybe? Here it goes...


Well, my best friend blogs daily. She possibly posts two or three blogs a day. It helps her get on in life, helps her survive the day and inspire others. I say inspire others as she is recovering for anorexia. She tells them how her days go; how she manages; how she gains strength.
She now lives in a separate country to me as the faculties here weren't helping her as she was having treatment. So this weekend was the second time I  met her face-to-face in two years. I was obviously over joyed and I had so much to tell her ( there's only so  much you can say over Skype), but I must have said something wrong - I upset her. However, she never told me - she blogged about it. She vented. I found out only by whim.
I walked home after her dad picked her up today... I was upset, crying. I was meant to have another day with her, but her dad came to pick her up - he needed to spend time with her too, before she left on Wednesday. I felt selfish, but I needed her. She's the only person I can ever tell everything to. The only person I can trust 100%. I don't feel that with any of my other friends. I just can't be me.
So, I grabbed my laptop as soon as I could & searched for her blog. I had never read it before, however, she had mentioned it throughout the years. I don't know why I hadn't. She had told me I could, but I just hadn't. She knew I hadn't. But, right at that moment, I wanted to be closer to her. I couldn't - can't - stand the thought of possibly not seeing her until next year, so I searched for the closest thing I could get to - her blog! She had showed me a Vlog (video-blog) yesterday or Friday, so I planned to watch it once more.
However, I got closer to her than I thought I would. The first blog had been from this morning about how she felt emotionless and like a bitch when she told me she was leaving today & I had started crying, but she didn't. I totally disagreed with this blog. I'm a blubbering baby - she needn't to feel that bad. She has never been a bitch to me. I was going to comment on the blog, but didn't. I don't know why. I just kept reading. I now wish I hadn't.
I've been proud of her progress & how well she's recovered  - she's near her goal weight, though struggling with the last few kilograms. However, the way I went about showing I was proud, obviously didn't show. I don't recall mentioning food & how she ate very often, but it obviously struck a cord with her. She said it hurt in one of her blogs. She felt that I must have been jealous of her figure or weight or something and I was trying to hurt her... I cried when I read it & I'm crying now just thinking about it. I never ever went out of my way to hurt her... If she just told me, I wouldn't have mentioned food at all! I wouldn't have said how pretty her figure is! We are completely different body shapes - She's tall and slim with slight build, while I'm short-ish with slightly broad shoulders, but I'm not fat nor super skinny. I'm slim too. I'm happy with the way I am & I've said it to her before - all I need to do is tighten up my muscles, not lose weight...  So, how could she see I that I was jealous? I can't understand! Or why she wouldn't just tell me... I understand she will be obviously insecure about certain things, but I need to be told what and when, not just her blog readers.


It really hurts and I can't really stop crying since. I can't stand the way I've hurt her, the fact that my best friend couldn't even tell me how she felt, hurts even more. So I plan to tell her how I feel tomorrow, or at least sometime soon. I need to control myself first, so, ironically, I turn to blogging to help me cope. It helps her, so it can help me. That is why I have started this blog. It does help - I'm not really crying as much - but it doesn't solve the problem. There has to be proper communication for this to be sorted. So I will try to Skype her or at least message her first. I don't know if I'll even tell her about my own blog either... I'll think about it, along with everything else.


If you've actually read all this - well done! I'm virtually patting you on the back! Most people would give up halfway... Thanks for not doing so... <3
Comment if you have any advice or if you were even just courageous enough  to read all this!


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