My Eulogy...

Each minute I spend weighing myself, counting calories, restricting, abusing substances, or excessively exercising is a minute away from doing what really matters most to me.  How do I want people to remember me? What would I like people to say about me? What matters most in life? What inscription would I want on my epitaph? What would I want my life to stand for? When it comes down to it, no matter how perfect my body is, my body will decay when it dies.

At the least, I would want people to say that I was a loving, caring, and an outgoing women who never gave up. I want glorious stories told about me not battle scars around my heart. I do not want to be remembered as a lifeless-corpse, losing the battle to E.D.  My inscription to my epitaph would read: here lies the strongest, most courageous, woman who would not lose the fight. No where in there would there be a mention of or inscription that read deceased from E.D.

-A.N.T.

***Disclaimer: this entry is not meant to be depressing or morbid but to be uplifting. A moment to take a real look at my life and how I want to truly live it. May you take a moment to reflect too.***