Our lives aren’t perfect, at least in our eyes they’re not. There’s always more to want, changes and improvements needed, a constant destination of climbing up and evolving.
I’m in my 20s and I keep wondering if we ever reach that point where we’re satisfied, or do we give up?
My life isn’t perfect, there’s a lot I wish I could change but I guess today of all days is a good time to be thankful for my life in all it’s imperfections and hurdles. At the end of it all, it is and will always be my life. My finger prints, my footsteps, my exhale, my tears and my laughter.
My crashes. I pick myself up and put up the façade of the confident, happy girl and pretend to move on.
Thank you for coming here to my world, even if you don’t comment, just the fact that someone thinks I’m worth some of their time, is good enough to pick me up when the people I love have knocked me down.
I’ll fight it, I promise. I just need to take it slowly and gather my own strength. It’s been an endless cycle of conversations and fights about being too fat and not being good enough or being an embarrassment. My parents words keep ringing in my head and I’m starting to believe them.
I just don’t want to deal with it anymore, I don’t want to write or talk about it, I don’t want to cry about it anymore.
I’m just going to be thankful for the people who do have faith in me and don’t consider my size or weight a measure of my worth.
I really wish taking a vacation of invisibility existed.