| Feb. 21st, 2006 @ 11:48 pm Deconstructing Desiree |
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Hi, my name is Desi. I take care of others (friends, family,etc.,), so I won't have to look too closely at my own life. Or as the title says: What Happens When a formerly Hardcore Co-Dependant-Who- Doesn't- Want-To-Take-on- Anyone-else's-Shit!!! gets Help. I'll tell ya what happens. Remember that anger you tried to ignore and swallow with all of those sugary fat-ladened food? Its still there. Now, its pounds and pounds of fat that make up an armor that I've come to realize is slowly killing me rather than protecting me. Houston.....we have a problem.
Its taken me years and years to meticulously construct and reinforce this armor of fat. I built it for many reasons. I built it to keep people away from, okay lets get honest here. It keeps men away from wanting me cause you know only perverts and old men like fat women, right? Also, I use it to keep myself from going forward and living my live to its fullest. I'm sure some of you know what I'm talking about. I pretend that by not trying I'm really not a failure becasue HEY!! I didn't really try. The stupid mind games that we indulge in. I've had many light bulb moments and have even written about some in this journal. Most of the time I try to keep things light, but I can't this time. No more glossing over things, no more prettying up the ugliness of wasted years. For the life of me I can't think of any joke to diffuse the darkness of how I feel. And ya know what? I'm gonna dwell in it for a bit, embrace it, feel it. Then I'll step back and de-construct the monstrous creation that I've built. I need to do this for various reasons. There's the pain in my hips and ankles, to the tightness in my chest when I have to climb 4 flights of stairs, to the realization that my preference for solitude is just another name for masking how alone I really feel. Yes, today is the day I begin the quest for a true and free me. |