Why do we exist? How did we get here? We will never know. The monks have it best. Live for the moment. Only thing we know is fact is life and death. The rest is intrinsic theory created by a brain that named itself.
Ever sit and stare at yourself naked and wonder… Where did I go wrong? I do. I think back to my childhood and remember the day it all went sour, when I tasted the forbidden fruit known as…. Soda. The neighbors kid had everything she wanted, high fat, high sugar, and the gut to prove it. I was a gangly child that loved the outdoors, trumping through my imagination and inventing new animals.
Yet, I am now in my twenties, gone through hell and high water and forced to reckon with the disaster I created. The one thing the rules me and my life. The reason I am the elephant in the room at family functions and the reason I am not in a relationship like the lot of my friends and acquaintances. Weight. Bad choices + bad emotions + food = a long f*cking hard as road. Yes. I AM FAT. But, what no one can deny, is I am doing something about it.