It is OKAY to lose yourself (Photo Credit Belongs to Photographer: Amber Nicole Ginter) I remember a time in my life when I lost myself. Who I was. What I enjoyed doing. How I entertained myself. Where I could be found. Who I saw and valued through the girl looking back at me with tear-stained eyes and a scattered, yet shattered perception of what I’d become. This was a time of my life that today, I would not coin as treasured and favorite moment. In fact, my favorite way to recall its series of unfortunate events is not at all, often held at the deepest back of my mind and blackest hole of my insecurities. It was a time where I allowed others views of who I was, to morph into all I cared about. A time where what I enjoyed doing revolved around guys I wanted to impress, or friends I wanted to make (beg for). One where my entertainment and location became less about being healthy and having fun, and more about isolation, counting numbers, obsession, and an