Day in, day out, I get confronted with the old me, by all the notes of my ‘old’ pictures, which are still reblogged by or people saying how disgusting thin people are, or very sick girls, which see my legs as an inspiration to lose weight. I get mad when I think of all the people who see my legs as just two legs. Or my arms as just arms, a picture of a girl which they don’t know. They don’t know my story, they don’t know my illness, I get frustrated by their dullness. But when I argue that way, I’m making a big miskake. Those girls - or boys - aren’t dull but just very ill and I can’t blame them because I was too, very ill and I acted exact the same way. I just hope some people will read this and maybe learn something about this post. It’s just weird, when a picture of me pops up on my dash and I just don’t realize it’s me in the picture. I know it, but I can’t feel the moment anymore, I guess that’s positive.