Strawberry Swing
Last night my mom brought Alex and I up bowls of delicious strawberry shortcake. As I was sitting there eating it semi-happily and it reminded me of a very similar occasion.
About a year ago I had gone to Alex’s and his mom had surprised us with bowls of strawberry shortcake. I had already eaten my caloric limit for the day and was devastated because I knew I couldn’t refuse the meal, I don’t think Alex even knew about my obsession yet. I forced my self to devour the whole thing. I hated myself for almost enjoying the taste of homemade shortcake and fresh strawberries. I went home that night and had a breakdown. I wrote a blog post on tumblr expressing my inner turmoil and then resumed crying more because I hated myself so deeply.
Last night I ate my shortcake. I was a little nervous but was able to convince myself that I had eaten well all day so I deserved the treat. I went back and read that post that I had written last June. I’ve come a long way from where I was a year ago but I’ve still got a long way to go.
I love my friends and my boy for being so nice to me through it all.
