Battle Scars...

This is my leg. Forever scarred. Forever ugly. This is the perfect reminder to me every single day that I should treat myself with respect. "Fat" is what I used to see in the mirror. Now I still see it, but it's not me, it's the scars that are on me. This is my leg. Don't let it be yours.

Just Listen.

Have you ever had a week where you just want to give up? Everything just feels too hard? Well. Yeah, this week has been one of those. Sure, our football team killed it, danced hard, and got an actual nap, but no one knows what's in my mind. Sometimes I look like I'm having an awesome time. I might be smiling til I get wrinkles, and laughing like an idiot, but I might be wanting to cry on the inside. School is frightening right now! I'm stressed to the limits with homework and people. This week one if the most frustrating things since treatment happened. A great super smart lady came to our school and gave a fantastic assembly. In this outstanding assembly, she decided to talk about teenagers and their brains. I was expecting this nice little speech of being happy and being kind to others, but no. She talked for over an hour about what we do wrong that make us emotional. Is he also threw in a little side note of "sugar is soo bad for you". Well thanks. That is the best thing you could say right now. Kay. Yeah sugar isn't the best for you, but you can still eat it! Holy frick. I know she was trying to help, but... She didn't. On the bright side, yesterday my friend and I got to stab a pumpkin repeatedly to get our anger out. That was legit. Anyway... After my venting sesh to all of you, life goes on. I made it through this week. I just take it one minute at a time. As Bob Wiley would say, "baby steps"... Stay strong(:

October 7th 2013

Today I feel weak. I feel alone. It seems like everything is falling apart all at once. Everything is crumbling down on me. Right now I'm sitting in my bed crying, thinking about all the things that are going wrong. I know that this is not right. I shouldn't be here thinking my life is so hard when so many people in this world have it so much worse than I do. My life is very easy compared to some. But that is just the thing. Comparison. Comparison is the thief of happiness. I know from my own experience that comparing yourself to others will do nothing but make you feel worse. That's actually the reason I'm sitting here crying now. My whole life I've compared my talents, looks, strengths, EVERYTHING to others. It doesn't make me feel better. It makes me feel bad, and I need to stop. I can't compare myself or my life to anyone else's. I am me. God made me different from you. He made you different from me. We are all unique, and that is why we cannot compare.

You Are Loved.

If there is one thing that I am absolutely sure of in this life, it's that He is always there, and He will never leave you. Because he loves you.