This is probably my biggest struggle with accepting myself.
I was frequently accused of being conceited, or over-confident, or arrogant when I was comfortable with myself (for that brief period of time freshman year of high school, right before my ED began developing). I was called self-obsessed (okay, what 14-year-old is NOT self-obsessed to some degree? And would a seriously self-obsessed person be participating in global or national activism, like I was from the age of nine?), self-absorbed, a bitch because I wasn’t afraid to be who I truly was. I had heard it so much that by the time a friend of mine suggested skipping meals and dieting to lose weight, I was vulnerable enough to be convinced.
I have let that one moment (and, to be fair, the thousands of similar subsequent moments) control my life for the last eight years, but it matters more to me now to be happy, strong, revolutionary than thin, small, fragile.
Be revolutionary with me. Abandon the voices in your mind telling you that you aren’t good enough, that you are self-obsessed - they are all WRONG. You are beautiful, and you should know and be proud of that fact.