It’s kind of hard for me to accept that I don’t have the body that I used to have.
I sometimes look in the mirror and get sad, because I no longer look how I did when I was younger.
I am not that old, but at what age do you stop caring about how you look?
Sunday I took a appetite depressant (I took 2) I was up for 40 hours.
I got mad at myself.
Am I that desperate to change what I am becoming for who I used to be.
I look at my mother and I see the dark circles under her eyes and I know that she is not as vibrant as she once was.
I think she has a great body and I wish I had her figure but I took after my dad’s people.
The only thing I really hate about aging is the fact that my mom is aging as well.
Life is not what I imagined it to be for me.
I remember playing with Barbie thinking I would grow up and find my Ken and I would just be as happy as I could be.
I got sick at a very young age and I have spent a lot of my life in pain.
I am okay now, but for so long I thought all I needed was my health and with that my happiness would come.
Well I have been somewhat healthy for 3 yrs and I am still not happy.
I have some good moments, and I have great kids, but my struggle is so hard and I feel so alone at times.
I am so tired of sharing my body with men who do not deserve me.
Men who tell me they love me and I am good to them and when they mess up, then it’s
My fault and you’re fat.
See I know I am a good woman and I know that I have to stop loving the wrong people I am working on that and I know that the only thing can really say to me is that I am fat because anything else would be a lie.
I do have faults. I have a very bad mouth I mean really bad.
I am only a size 18/16. So I am not as big as they make me but they know that my size is an issue for me.
I have been trying to exercise more and try things to aid in weight loss.
The reality of it is, is that no matter what size I am I know that I am still worthy of a real good love.
I will no longer accept anyone in my life just because.
