For the first time ever, on Monday, I admitted that I might be a nice person.
If you are one of the bullies who made me believe that I couldn’t possibly be normal or nice, or a good person, you are lucky that I no longer care about you.
It is two years to the day since I started to eat properly again, and over five years since I started therapy. It has taken that long to remove your putrid thoughts from my brain, but it’s happened.
Which means I’ve officially beaten you.
And I hope you feel guilty, because you nearly ruined a life.
But not quite.
I can get better, but you can never change what you did. And what you did was beyond disgusting. I also think it’s pretty awful that I’ve talked about this more than once on here and none of you have got the decency to apologise. Says a lot.
Because – I repeat – I’ve won.