it really does get better if you try really hard

I am so much better than I used to be

in every way possible

I don't cry as much anymore

I don't scream as much anymore

I don't let unworthy men put their ***** hands on my body anymore

Recovery comes in waves, big and small

and sometimes it is hard to celebrate the little victories

so here's to those triumphs, the forgotten ones

Here's to getting out of bed before noon

here's to not calling in sick to work

remembering to return the dvd's on time

eating food that will make me feel good

eating food in general

bringing my inhaler with me when I know I'm going to smoke cigarettes

not beating myself up for smoking said cigarettes

here's to a summer in which I am actually comfortable in my own skin

and here's to daily progress

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