I'm about to walk out the door to go see the plastic surgeon for a consultation in regards to my skin cancer.
Stupid me convinced everyone that I was fine.
I didn't think I would be this scared. I didn't think I'd so not want to be alone as I face this today. But I am, and I'll deal with it like I always do.
One day I will learn to reach out and ask for help. One day I will learn to not say "oh no, it'll be fine", when the voice inside my head is shrieking "YES I WANT YOU TO COME WITH ME, WHY ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!?!". One day I will. One day. Maybe.
Thanks for listening,
If you have issues, or baggage, you may be offended by what you read here. I work through my self loathing of my own fat, and my own fat issues, and I’m told this comes across as loathing all fat people. That is simply not the case.
Here I talk about my issues and my findings, without political correctness. I am not concerned with your issues, or your baggage, or what you may take from this. The title is "My Journey".
This blog is not meant to inspire anyone. I take no responsibility for what you take away from here. You are here as a guest into my inner thoughts.