I am beginning to like myself again.
I talk to people and laugh and smile and this time it isn't artificial.
I am happy with the people I have around me and I love each and every one of my friends because as I get to know them better, I realize that they are people who care about me and I don't doubt that for a second.
When I look in the mirror, I am satisfied.
I don't look for a thigh gap or stress over my hair
I started keeping a diary again and I put my seventh grade journal in my closet
for that year is over
and that Ann is over