Long rant for nothing;

Let me just put something out in the open here. Its not like anyone reads this anyways;
When you are skinny as a kid, and everyone keeps telling you how skinny you are, you start to become proud of your skinny-ness. Every skinny comment becomes another point of happiness. But you never gloat because thats wrong. Its just an inner thought.
But teenage years hit. And just like everyone said, although you didnt believe them, your metabolism starts to catch up with you. You no longer can eat everything in sight and not gain any weight. You start looking down and noticing imperfections. "My stomach wasnt this big before..." "....this is getting out of control". Every negative thought runs through your head.
Anorexia, maybe? Starve yourself. Maybe a little binge eating here and there, but then you need to purge. Then theres the working out. Run until your legs feel like they might fall off. For some all that sounds like the best but then theres the few who cant bring themselves to, like myself. So what do you do?
Im still looking for that answer
I just want to be happy with the way I look
But then I read your blog Miranda, and am stuck wondering how your mind works
I dont even know you. I started reading your blog when Devin wanted me to a really long while back and havent stopped. Sometimes I find myself almost in tears because I want to hug you and try and help in any way I can, but you dont want help. You are content with how you do things. And that completely blows my mind. But I dont judge you for how you live, just to clarify.

Okay, enough of a rant.