What I have accepted about me are things that most people don’t like hearing, honestly.
I have accepted that I will die from anorexia by 35. I have never seen my life past that point.
I have accepted that my life sucks and I just have to radically accept it.
I have accepted that I have anorexia which means that food and I will never have a relationship like everyone else does.
I have accepted that I will never be able to get rid of those thoughts that I am not good enough especially in invalidating environments.
I have accepted that very few people in my life will understand my struggles or even make an effort to.
I have also accepted that life really is not fair and no matter how nice I am, every mean person I know still seems to get ahead. But that I cannot change who I am. We have to live our lives so I want to live one I am proud of.