I keep pressing backspace. That should mean something but really all it means is that I don’t know. What to say, who to be, how to feel. I’m hoping for the best but preparing for nothing at all. I watched a dark sky fill with stars just before it disappeared.  I’m dangling along the edges of treacherous waters, no life line. No sense. None  of this makes sense. I’m anxious. I want. . . . Too much. Not enough? I’m tired of writing about relationships and trying and working towards and almost there. I’m tired. I. . . It’s always I. I’m rambling. I need to lose the weight. I’m tired of saying that. Really tired. Life stops until you can remind yourself you’re still a person. With feelings. Fat isn’t who you are. You don’t have to be what the world tells you are. Be who you want to be. Even if no one else approves. Just don’t give up. Do not give up. Remember that. Do not give up. Too many people believe in you to let them down. Right now that can be your anchor. Since you aren’t heavy enough. You’re a person, remember? One who’s been hurt. Heartbroken. Misled. Same book republished by You, Inc. Did your tears. Reset your heart. Make room for your muse. Take risks. Be brave. Be brave. Be brave. Be brave. The world can be a scary place. Go after what you want and allow it to catch you. You are a person not a monster. You are a work in progress. Blow kisses to your reflection and be. 

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