Many don't know my entire story...at the age of 19, I paused my life to begin a battle of survival. Most of my 20's I was in and out of hospitals, living an entire year in a hospital and going 18 months without eating. I managed to finish college, but there was a sharp decline after that. I would not resurface to my life until the ripe old age of 30. Can you imagine falling asleep at 19 and waking up at 30? On one hand I think, I will never get that time back and will sitting around sulking about it make up for it, but on the other, I think that if I change my perspective slightly and own that experience, I mean really own it, I will metamorphosize into limitless possibilities. I feel as if I am coming of age at 35. New York City has given me permission to be my own person. When I first moved here, I did not know who she was. With that permission the past 2 years have been about finding her. In the past, I defined myself by comparisons to others, but the beauty of this great city is that it does not allow you to define yourself by others. To survive in NYC, you must stand in front of that mirror and really look at yourself and begin to love the reflection because of what you see, not what you are compared to. Thank you NYC.....
The bottom line (I love bottom lines) is that I was sick for a decade and did not have a "normal" life. I am not the type of person who is going to settle down, get married and have 2.5 kids. I am fueled by my past to seek many adventures in my future. Finally, I am content to be me.
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