I am ready. I am ready to start talking about this. Its terrifying. Who wants to be this girl? The unhappy one. The one who hears whispers behind her back. Are they even real? Or are they the thoughts she has about herself, that she thinks people are whispering? Who wants to be the girl who only fits into the floral tents that the makers of clothes think the obese woman wants to wear? The constant struggle of trying not to eat her feelings? Who is almost afraid of giving this all to the Lord, and trusting him to heal her heart? What about the co-morbidity that this is causing? Oh. Wait. Not going there!
Not Me!
I don't want to be her.
Not Today.
Not ever.
But I am.
I need to start processing all of this. Making it better in my heart, Making it not who I am.
This is not all that I am!
It's not.
But, it sure is all encompassing, and overwhelming.
Heaven Help Me.
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