I want to be free, I want to live. I want to be someone, I want to be myself. I want that part of me that I hate to be loved. I want to stop that self-destruction I’m so used to do to stop, that is what I want. I want to tell the world everything I kept shut; I want to tell them how wrong they were to believe that my life was easy. I want to tell them how much I struggle every day, how much I hated the person I had become. I want to do a lot of things, I want to find my way in this world, I want someone to tell me how beautiful I am, to tell me that everything will be just fine. I want a hug, some love, a ear to listen t my complains, a shoulder where I could spend every tear my eyes have. I want to be loved, I want to be free. I want to love that body, to look at my thighs and tell them “I love you.” I want to gain weight and just be fine with it. I want to stop caring about my image. I want so much but I can’t do it all. I can’t have it all. My life is what it is and I don’t have that person, I don’t have that someone, I don’t have this shoulder, this hug, this voice. I don’t have them, I never had them. But, it is enough because I’ll pick myself up. I’ll be fine by myself, everything will be fine, and everything will turn out okay. I still won’t love myself, I still won’t be that person I always dreamed about becoming but I think it is fine too. I’ll probably never come to love my thighs, to love my body, I’ll probably just support it all my life and that is fine too. I’m not perfect, I’m not a unicorn. I’m not that girl everyone thought I was. I’m not always smiling, I’m not always nice, and I’m not always generous. I get mad, I yell, I despise some things, I don’t like things too. I don’t always feel like helping, I don’t always feel like helping when no one wants me around when I’m not needed. I’m human. I’ve got feelings and damn it, it hurts so much when they just don’t care. But, I’ll be fine. I’ll be fine because I don’t have a choice. Because I won’t let myself die, I won’t let myself fall. No matter what people say or think, no matter how they act towards I won’t let it bring me down because even though there are days unbelievably hard, I’ll just get up and get my work done. Why? Because I’m strong, because I want to be free. Because fighting for my life has been my priority since forever. And even though it doesn’t always look like it, I’m sorry for not always being honest, for not being always able to do everything correctly. But it is what it is. I’m not perfect, I’ve got my issues. I’ve got my life, I’ve got work to do. I’ve got a future to look for and I am not letting that stop me ever again. That freedom, I’ll take it back. That life that I lost during the fight, I’ll gain it back. I may not love myself ever, but I’ll got a life that I loved.