When i was reaching the point that everything was stressing me out, that i thought i was still fat even when my weight was low than required for my height I decided i had to be sever with myself coz i wasn´t accomplishing my goals…
I held a razor to my wrists… and i was having this deep shit conversation, did I or didn´t I got something… did i get at least 4 chances to represent college, family, friends? no then i had to cut myself… did i get to lose five pounds a week? yes then i wouldn´t cut myself… did i get better grades than the rest? no, well then i had to punish myself… did i get to be the school president? yes, well that was big so not to cut… but then I saw my own reflection on the mirror, going from happy to distraught in matter of seconds… was all that shit that important to make me held a razor?
I decided NO!! IT WAS NOT AND IT WON´T EVER BE… Threw the razor, cure myself and went out to face the world… went out and pushed myself to the next worst level…
What was next?…