I am Victoria Paige. I have many stories. We all do. Don't give up on yours.
Classy kids don't plageurize. If it's on my blog and not mine, you'll know.
Bike ride yes good #jk #Ifeellikepoop #but #goodpoop #iguess #victoriatriestoexercise #bicycle #woo #summer
“After all the mistakes, it’s different now. It seems our love never breaks, it’s different now, and I wouldn’t change a thing.” #theclassiccrimelyrics #me #hair #changes #WOO #pleasesayImstillcute
I like this a lot. Yesterday was A+ around sunset. I missed this place.
! LOOK I HAVE MUSCLE DEFINITION Thanks to jump roping until everything hurts. It’s a nice way to take out my emotions and such. #me #calves #legs #exercising #woo #converse
Because Easter is /actually/ about looking pretty. #me #easter #sunday #dress #shoes #newstuff #woo #church
Chord sheet for my debut as a singer-songwriter #me #songwriting #woo
Looklooklook I’m actually drinking tea. Who’s proud? #tea #woo :D
Thanksgiving 2012: A+. :)
Over the course of the day I ate TWO pieces of pie and a whole bunch of other scary food items but I’m ALIVE and asinkvjgxcxgvmcKW YAY
Can my thanksgiving thankfulness post be about food? Okay.
I don’t mean having food, or always having had access to food my whole life, although those are awesome things as well and I don’t mean to push those aside.
I’m thankful that I’m ABLE to eat food. I can. I can eat now and I don’t feel sad or angry afterward. I don’t want to die or hurt myself or go try to throw up after I eat on most days. I am so thankful that I’ve reached the point where I can eat and feel happy at the same time.
It’s taken practice, it’s one step at a time and not always in a linear, forward-moving fashion, but I’m there right now and I’m grateful for it. I know I never would have made it out without God and the people around me.
I recognize that things could have gotten much, much worse than they did, and I’m thankful that they didn’t. I’m thankful I got caught in a safety net somehow, because I know some aren’t as fortunate. I’m thankful that I’m alive and well. I’m thankful that I somehow got enough grace (and pixie dust) dumped on my head to make it this far.
That’s the complicated long story, but I like the way it started.
I’m thankful I am able to eat food now.
Now I’ll do my best to make good on that…
In a way it’s even scarier when people DO like me, because then I feel like there’s something to be lost.
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