I feel that perhaps my last post was misinterpreted by some. After re-reading what I wrote, I can see how people might take what I said differently than how I meant to convey myself.
I just want to tell you guys that I am okay. Not only am I okay, but I am friggin' happy. Happier then I have ever been in my life. I know after reading what I wrote the other day, this is hard to believe--but it is so true.
My body issues do not control my life. There was a time when I let my insecurities get me down. There were days when I dreaded leaving the house, and was afraid to even go to school because I thought everyone around me would see me as I saw myself. But, now this is not the case. To some extent, I am beginning to understand that the person I see in the mirror is not the person my peers see. I've had to come to the realization that my vision towards myself is distorted and unhealthy.
I wrote what I wrote not for people to say, "Oh, you're so beautiful Chelsea! Don't think like that!" I wrote it because I know that there are women out there that share my strange struggles. I wanted to show that the thoughts I (and others) have about myself are irrational--and that I am starting to acknowledge that.
So, basically I just hope you guys don't all see me as some a psycho. Because I'm not.
However. I am planning on watching Psycho on Monday. Because guess what, guys? It's gonna be Halloween.