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…