I train as a classical dancer.

Last year was very difficult.

The person I used to call my best friend was in the hospital.

She had stopped eating… Until her heart had starved as well.

I wanted to be there for her… To bring her comfort and presents.

Her parents had banned dance related things from her life. Which included me.

All I heard at school was weight related. I didn’t want to think about that.

I was told I had been losing weight.

And had to continue if I hoped to achieve my dreams.

My friend no longer danced because of anorexia.

Dance or health?

At a younger age, I had told myself: Dance or nothing.

Losing weight made me unhappy I wanted to… Die.

Everyone around me was unhappy…

Being the artist that I am, I check DeviantArt daily.

There was fanart for South Park on the Front Page.

I had never watched it. As a child, I only spoke French and German.

Both versions of the show had not been funny…

I was tired of crying, I wanted to laugh.

I started watching South Park after school.

In a month I saw all of it. episodes/movie/interviews/commentaries

I was happy.

Things were still hard at school…

But I could think of South Park and laugh.

To me South Park means happiness.

I sleep with my Kenny plushy every night.

When I feel down my two best friends will use South Park to cheer me up.

I still have so much South Park to look forward to…



Merci.