I’m not going to get mad and make myself a victim. I’m going to get mad and use that to my advantage. That’s what I’ve been doing the past years. Every time I run I think back at who I used to be; what I used to look like; what I thought about myself. Every time I lift a weight I think about how weak I used to be; how I became a prey – how I made myself become the pray. I showed weakness. But I’m not that girl anymore. I’m not a prey. I’m not weak. And in my own way I’m beautiful.