My Security Blanket

Hey guys welcome back. So today I will be telling you about my little security blanket. This is such a big part of me that I felt like it was nessecarry to tell you about it.

So it all started in about 3rd grade. I’d gotten sick. I forget what I was sick with but I’d missed a lot of school and my mom decided to take me to the doctor.

The doctor prescribed a medicine and I thought, Great, I’m gonna get better! But little did I know hat this medicine would change my life. (Okay that sounds a bit dramatic)

My body was starting to change naturally and what I didn’t realize was that this medicine had one major side effect. Singnificant wheigt gain.

So I started to gain a lot of weight. My self esteem plumeted. I felt so self conscious all the time and it was horrible. I had to do something to make this better. I decided, why no wear a sweatshirt o cover myself up a little bit.

And so it began. I wore sweatshirts everyday. I wore them as long as possible, far into spring. My sweatshirt became my “security blanket” and I always felt naked without it.

Ever since then I’ve worn a sweatshirt pretty much everyday. I’m starting to learn better eating habits and trying my best to exercise and hopefully that’ll help me rebuild my self esteem.

 

Here’s my daily picture:

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Thanks for for reading and have a great rest of your day or night.

See ya soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-Dani

(^^)/

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2 thoughts on “My Security Blanket

    • lissndani 08/01/15 / 10:24p03

      Well, it’s a big part of who I am so I feel like it’s important to know

      Liked by 1 person

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