College is going really well, marks are good, the class finally seems to have sorted out all of its issues, I've got an adorable boyfriend that loves me too bits and I am just exceedingly happy right now.
Seeing the psychiatrist has helped I think, I try to think of others more, which is what was bothering people, I wouldn't have ever described myself as being selfish, I mean I thought that I was caring when it came to other people, but yeah never mind, I'm improving, that's what is important.
I've learnt to focus more on all the great things that are happening, not on the worse things that have happened or could happen, and I think it helps, focusing on the fact that the sun is shining through the clouds if you want a metaphor.
I've been doing more stuff recently, which makes me happy, spending time and money to buy things with my friends, or to go to the cinema seems like it can only be a good thing.
Been back and forth from England like a yo-yo of late, exams and weddings and parties and family, and wedding dresses, my sister is getting married, they plan for it to be next summer, and I cannot wait, I am so excited and proud of the both of them, our brother is going to give her away, and I just know our mum will be there with us.
I am still losing weight, and its fantastic, the thrill I get from not fitting into my prom dress which was too small for me a few years back makes me so so happy. Having to have a ring made smaller so it fits me is brilliant, as weird as I realise it may sound being able to see where my bones are is lovely.
I was 16 when I came to France, I have no idea how much I weighed, I just know that right now I am happier than I have been in a long time, sure I still have my down days, everyone does, but I've gained experience, lost kg's and found happiness. One of my cousins got married recently, and he said something to me that made me smile. He looked at me, and said 'Lucy... what happened... you've got a face, your quite a pretty girl!!' These few simple words were perfect. They meant I didn't care what anyone thought of me dancing like a maniac with my little cousins, I was too happy.
So try and put me down big world,
society say what you like about me,
I dare you to be mean to me.
Because at the end of the day when I get into my bed, all I hear is the sound of the river, the rain on the roof, and all the good things that I get to see everyday.
Because at the end of the day I'm loved, needed and wanted.
And the end of the day, I serve a purpose.
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