This weekend was my final cheerleading competition. I can't afford to carry on. It was nationals and we came 2nd out of 13(we were very very pleased, our flyer was sick 10 mins before we went on and had to swap people round). I'm going to miss it so, it's a place I felt so real, so happy there. But I've recently been considering if maybe cheerleading is a bit of a trigger. The other girls on my squad are so tiny, and I remember thinking "this is the first time my weight has ever stopped me from doing something(being a flyer)".
My mind is in a very odd place right now. Half way between recovery and relapse. I really don't know where I stand.
Anyway, I have to go get dinner ready. Au revoir.
THANK YOU for the looovvveelllyyy comments all, I appreciate them so much.