My Story on how I learned to love myself

Kealey 🚨👮🏼🍝🏳️‍🌈🇨🇦 • Demi- Pansexual • wannabe randi • meatball head • Ex- Jehovah's Witness • Pro-CHOICE • pro-drugs • GAD & Depression • 16 years old • Polite Canadian until you piss me off •
I've always been a little bit of a chubbier kid. I never exercised because people looked at me oddly when I did. Someone once even asked me "since when do fat people actually work out??"... it was too embarrassing. So I stopped doing it. I gave up. I was in grade 7 and 160 lbs (not bad but I was still really short and considered overweight). My mom forced me to eat out all the time and any options at home weren't all that healthy... she worked two jobs and salads were "too expensive" so burgers and fries... 
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Anyways I wasn't eating properly and wasn't moving except for mandatory gym classes. So I first stopped drinking soda/pop. Then moved on to chocolate.. sweets.... and then anything with sugar, flour, dairy, and anything that had more than 2-6 grams of fat... I developed anorexia. And the summer after grade 8 weighed a measly 97 lbs. 
I finally started eating thanks to my best friend (now boyfriend). Who threatened to tell my mom and have me put into a hospital... so I stopped under eating and started overeating. I gained weight SO fast. Which made me so freaking depressed and unhappy. And I ended up delving into self harm. I started dating my boyfriend just last year in grade 9 and he actually took me to his parents gym... it was a crossfit gym. I went in the first day and ended up giving up halfway through because "I couldn't do it".
He forced me to come back, day in and day out. SLOWLY I started to like it. I was shedding those excess pounds I put on. I was gaining muscle and I was making progress in something. It didn't cure my anorexia, or my binging, or my self harm. It's simply my coping mechanism. I NEED to eat to workout later. But I don't need to OVEREAT or else I'll feel sick. And those not mashing together helped me get clean of self harm.
And thus, I learned to love myself.
I know many won't read this, and some won't care. But I hope someone who's struggling reads it... find something you love and can progress in. And there WILL be a light at the end of your tunnel.