a little elaboration
Tomorrow I am escaping for a month to see my mother
to get better,
to get stronger,
to get happier,
to get fatter?
we will see how that last one goes.
I feel like writing my story will somehow make it easier, this is not really for anyone to read. But really, who cares if you do? I’m no name to a blank face.
It started with an almost romantic obsession with the athletic club.
Wait, no, it started with every fucker that called me fat.
So here’s a little inside edge on me, weight loss.
and i’m still not home free.
