Strong

Trigger Warning: Discussion of disordered eating & Lifeending thoughts. Strong

30 I was back in my old school hall. As if I’d never le at all. And my class had all moved on. But there I was, stringing along. I thought that it couldn’t be true. Re-learning what I already knew. All these years I’d learnt to adapt. Couldn’t leave as I was trapped. In a place where they’d put me down. Carelessly leaving me on the ground. All these years I held onto the pain. ose days I’d walk through the rain. Hearing cruel words inside my head. inking of days I wished I was dead. Believing that I’d always be fat. Coped with food I regret doing that. Revenge through success became my obsession.

All this did was encourage my depression. I know it really doesn’t matter anymore. As I thought of what had happened before. I chose individuality over reputation. And in the end they called me an inspiration. So in my dream I le the school once again. I’m letting go now as I should have back then. It made me who I am at the end of the day. As I grew to be the strong woman you know today.

By Samantha Long

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