Today I found myself typing an impromptu mental-word-purge-poetry-slam while writing to a friend.
It’s ED Awareness week so I figured I may share a bit of my personal struggles in the day to day. It’s not really my style, but WTF. It’s Wednesday.
While my weight as a number is not a large factor in my craziness, it does reflect body size to a certain extent. I am so uncomfortable in my skin right now because of weight gain that I burn .. with a desire to lose weight that is rivaling my desire to live fully alive.
I play with words and this is what happens:
Weight Gain IS SO HARD SO GREAT SO AWFUL SO NECESSARY SO IMPOSSIBLE SO PAINFUL SO PROUD SO SHAMEFUL SO HOPEFUL SO HOPELESS
Which. Weigh. Do. I. Go.
Life or Death?
Up or Down?
Which way is which?
The answer… I know…
is no weigh.
WEIGH? NO WAY.
Weigh IS NO way.
There is only ONE WAY.
One truth. One life.
My way is no “way”.
MY WEIGH is no “way” at all.
Not MY way.. anyway.
Not MY WEIGH.
NOT MY CONCERN
My weigh is not my concern, not my business.
It’s His Concern.
I promise that won’t happen again.
In lieu of closing comments – if you want to drop a line tell me what word play comes to mind when you consider the word “WEIGHT”