When you look at me now you will see too much extra weight. Puffy everything, unnaturally so, gained in very rapid succession.
Can you also see the pain? the sleepless nights that have now become a part of my reality? What about the loneliness? My new second skin.What about the days when I just wish I would have never existed? Or at least that I could escape this city, this job, this unhappy life of mine?
When you look at me you just see all this fat that I wish I could hide, or that would magically disappear. But do you see that I am struggling?
Every ordinary action takes so much effort…Can you see that it pains me to be seen at my worst? yet my looks are but a reflection of my pain. When you look at me now, what do you see?