I found myself lost in my thoughts, thoughts of how
different my life would be if I was a few sizes smaller. I am usually okay with
my body; I just have random days where I am super depressed. Those days usually
follow after being called off on my eating habits or being made to feel FAT.
My relatives are dispersed all over the country, so we
hardly get together. When we do, it is usually at funerals, weddings, and
parties, and even then, not everybody shows up. So there I was, actually
looking slimmer than I have in years, an aunt who hasn’t seen me in years walks
up to me. She starts off with a hug and a kiss, which, by the way, I hate. You
never know what virus’s people have and they just go around kissing people.
After greeting me, she went on to say how fat I have become.
My whole adult life I have stomached such comments, even
though, in my head, I would answer them with “well, have you seen your ugly
face” and “yes, because I eat good food”.
As annoying as my relatives can get,
it still hasn’t been motivation enough for me to try harder. Until recently,
when I went shopping for clothes. I swear, those mirrors in the fitting rooms
are made different, because I saw my stomach in a way I have never seen it
before. I stood in there for a good 10 minutes staring at my reflection,
shocked more than disgusted. Self-hate and self-bashing doesn’t help, but
maybe, this is the wakeup call I needed TO GET SERIOUS ABOUT MY HEALTH.


