Sunny cheers to a “new beginning”.
To trying again.
To starting over.
Because I am fed up with how impossible I make my own life. How, purposely, I push myself away from happiness. “When I lose my excess fat, I will….”
Yes, I am hella uncomfortable in my skin. Yes, I freak out when I am meeting with people I haven’t seen in months, fearing their judgement. Yes, I grew out of all my clothes and I can’t face shopping for new ones.
Yes, I AM STRUGGLING.
But that’s nothing new now, is it?
So I will stop making excuses. Stop hiding and running.
I can’t even run if my life depended on it, so how does it make sense to run from it?
I can find my happy place back. I will. And until then, I’ll just
It’s a long, shitty and bumpy road. Least we can do, is do it in style. Join me in my pink limousine? I got us two, just in case.