I operated under the façade that my “toned” body was a result of my workouts and “healthy” eating. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Sometimes you need more than rest; sometimes you need to heal.
Owning Shit. I don’t like to own anything. I feel like they hold me down. I want to be like a kite, with only a strong arm and a pair of feet that love me to hold me to the Earth.
It consumes your entire mind. Anytime you see food, it becomes a calculation. It is an obsession.
Take a look at yourself in the mirror. Come on, do it. Take yourself in because my god there is no one else in the world quite like you.
My body is just fine, no matter what shape, size, or weight it is.
The friends who are always there for you. Devote your time to them, instead of aimlessly trying to spend time with people who make you worry that they won’t return your texts, or reciprocate your affection.
Overcoming this won’t be easy or an overnight fix. But that is okay. And you need to remember that.
What I have been through because of my disease has changed my personality and outlook on life entirely. I no longer worry about the little things in life, I don’t deal with drama, I don’t focus on things I cannot change because I realize there are way more important things I need to devote my limited energy to.
I find that I have a much improved mind body connection. I’m able to effectively relax my muscles.