I had a weird dream that woke me. It was kind of like an epiphany. (That I already knew…I needed a dream to tell me so, though.) Happiness is not being skinny. But being thinner would make me happier and feel better. It would make me more comfortable with myself. I wouldn’t have this “fat-shame” that I feel and that the world puts upon me.
I have a lot of weight to lose. I have a lot of dreams. If I work hard and lose weight, I might feel well enough to move forward with my dreams and ambitions. I feel like if I lost weight I could feel better with other people. I would have more confidence. I might feel more comfortable actually doing more stuff. While I know I have talents, I think I hold back because I am scared of what others might think.
I kind of think that maybe if I lost this weight that I would feel more comfortable to look for love. If I save money and lose weight, if I haven’t found some true joy here, then I could and would move back to Alabama. If I didn’t find love, at least I would be closer to my family.