I stepped on the weighing scale and glared at the little lines and numbers revolving around the red needle. When the spinning stopped, I lifted an eyebrow. I have become overweight.
I gained 5 pounds in just a month, the horror. Weee.
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Mom's organized our photo album today so my siblings and i couldnt help sorting out the pictures with our faces on them. I found about six pictures with me in it, half from two to three years ago; and the other half, one from three days ago, and two from last December.
Seeing my waist-line go from okay to nyey, i wished i never got older.
When Mom saw the youthful pictures of herself in a video i made for her birthday. She looked great during her time.
She replayed the video ten times over, the memories from her youth got to her and eventually, she became teary eyed.
People complain a lot about how hard it is to be fat all the time, and how fulfilling it is to lose it. But then, why trouble yourself about how you look when you have a life ahead of you that's fat with more important things to think about?
It's easy to say that you are perfect just the way you are. It's the accepting that's not quite like a walk in the park.
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