So ahem. Tomorrow is my anniversary of my discharge from recovery ward. And I wanted to celebrate. I wanted to say. FUCK every single person who told me I was fat. FUCK every single person who said I wouldn’t get better. Im not happy at my weight, I relapse. But I’m happy im not dead.
My whole existence is flawed.
Posy ring with pictogram inscription, ‘Two hands, one heart, Till death us part.’ Made in England in the 17th century (source).
But I want too