I seriously fucking hate how I have to carry around the label of “an anorexic” for the rest of my life. It makes me have to work ten times harder just to do anything or go anywhere in life, which is hard to do when you have a voice in your head all of the time telling you to starve yourself until you die. I feel like I’m two people. Anorexia, and Jamie. 

I got more than 100 messages from people telling me I’m arrogant, ugly, pathetic, idiotic, etc.

I got more than 50 messages from people telling me that I should kill myself.

I was told that I was going to be in chronic pain for the rest of my life.

I suffer with chronic anorexia and depression.

I suffer with severe panic attacks.

I’ve attempted suicide.

I went through and I’m going through more than what one can see from my surface.

I’m still standing and I will continue to stand until the day I die.

It’s not about how you fall, but about how you pick yourself up that determines your true character and your true self worth as a human being. 

To all of you who are suffering, to all of you who have fallen, to all of you who are struggling, don’t you ever give up. 

“No matter how bad life may seem, there’s always something one can do and succeed at.”- Stephen Hawking.