dreadlocks as therapy for anorexia self esteem and self image issues
Dreadlocks Journey Emotional Support
First and foremost,thanks S.E for bringing up the concept and secondly,I really wish to share my story with you readers of this thread.Like 5 months ago,waking up in the morning was the hardest task of the day,it took me minutes to stop feeling dizzy once on my feet. First thing every morning standing in front of the mirror for far too long was a must.Unlike my friends I never looked out for that new zit or some un-visible to the human eye,black-head.At my tiniest I still felt extremely heavy.No matter how much my friends cried at the view of my skeletal face,dying was my favorite fashion.I had managed to loose my natural round-ish ass and boobies.I looked basically like a twelve year old boy.All my clothes fell off me and in a few months I was weighing 86 pounds and a size 0.Suddenly my periods stopped,I developed a bad temper and all I ever thought about was how to shed more and more weight.Then,one day,being such a reggae freak,I dragged my bestfriend at that time to this reggae party.On that one night I had managed to make new friends,fall in love and even down a corona or two without screwing about how much calories it actually contained.From that day on,this reggae bar became my second home,the people,my family.I had all i needed;A simple life laced in joy,& nice people who loved me for who I really am and not for the girl my girlfriends and media had shaped me into.They loved me for who lied inside of me.A year on,I decided I should get dreads and put all my fear of loosing friends aside.I started dreading on the 4 th of May 2010,some of my friends abandoned me,but those that really matter are the ones who stayed.I'll never,ever leave my family now,Because like Bob Marley states 'Life is worth much ore than gold' and throwing my life away to be part of a materialized industry is way too stupid.Nowadays as stupid as some of you may think it is,I turn down all the modelling opportunities that come my way,I don't want to sit where they want me to,while they paint my lips like cherry blossoms and my eyes like silver suns.I don't want to be a made-up,caked Dollie for them to stare at.I don't want anyone to teach me how to be nothing at all.I am me and I do what I feel like doing.There's no way in hell I'd stop loving my one love family or even think about leaving them.So,here I am today,sitting in the sun,wind blowing through my ever knotting hair,and I don't give a damn what they think and what they say,because I finally found a life worth living and I'll never trade it for anything.No matter how bad my dreads may look,or what the society thinks of me when I'm jungle dancing with my tribe,I hold my head high and thank Jah for the nice future that lies ahead
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