Hello readers, if I have any.
If you’re out there.
Hello?
I have not made a post in quite some time, and while this is
usually a sign that I am getting tired of my idea, I want to assure you all
that I am still waging war against the fat girl’s natural enemy; the dreaded
stairs.
I wish I could say that the only challenges I face are
physical. It would be so much easier to jog up a flight of stairs than deal
with the emotional strain I’ve been faced with lately. I’m not here to
complain, or vent, or even preach. I’m sure everyone has dealt with their own
bouts of depression. Mine might have cost me my relationship. But I’m not going
to get into all that right now.
What I’m here to say is that it gets better. It will always
feel like the world is ending and you are too far under to pull yourself
upright. If anything has helped me through this time it has been this: This is
not a permanent state of being.
I am not a professional. I don’t claim to know the ins and
outs of the human condition, but I know myself. Any obstacle can be tackled.
Whether it’s going up fifty steps just to get to class every day or packing up
all of your stuff and living on your own for a while, I can do this, and you
can too.
Sorry I got a little emotional there for a minute, but
loving yourself is not just about loving your body, but taking care of yourself
mentally as well.
Until next time, faithful readers.