I dare you.
To try and tell me which girl is struggling the most.
These photos are in no particular order. I keep seeing a lot of these ‘before’ and ‘after’s,’ the first being of a pale, sullen, being- usually in a hospital bed, forcing a smile. The after most always seems to be some fresh-faced, glowing beauty- declaring that he or she did it! They kicked recovery’s butt! Can’t you see the change? The newfound glow? The burst of energy?
For all that is not the truth. This disease is a roller coaster. There are days when I smile and days where I weep. In some photos my eyes are glassy, some - just wow! I am sparkling. I am doing so much better.
You will never get the answer right as to which photo depicts me struggling the most. In all of these photos I am struggling. My struggles look different everyday. They are unpredictable, and display themselves in different ways.
So stop looking at if my hair is shiny, if my clothes are fitting snugly or falling off of my body, if my smile seems genuine. These happy faces and these sad faces are all the faces of struggle. There is no end game. It is an up and down, one that must always be watched because it’s next move is hard to predict. No girl is struggling more than or less than another. These are the many faces of struggle. It comes in all shapes and all sizes.
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