There is a
special topic that is in my head all the time: the weight. Since I have memory,
the beauty was the only think that people around me saw. The children and
teachers in my school always called me ugly (when I was a child). I tried to
ignore their comments, but something in my head and in my heart was broken. Now
I am not the same girl. I used to enjoy food, I never worried about the
calories and the weight, but now that is my routine. It is hard to listen people
say: ¡you are beautiful! Because I can’t believe it anymore. I can remember
when I was happy and sociable. I always laughed, I enjoyed every moment of my
life, but at some point I lost the meaning of life. Now I always wonder, why I
am alive, and I don´t know the answer yet. My family said that I need to have
God in my life; however, sometimes that is not enough.
Now, you
know part my story. Although it is intimate and painful, and most people cannot
understand it, ¿what do you think? ¿do you think that I am crazy? I don’t know
what you are thinking in this moment. I don’t know if it is a good thought or a
bad one. The only thing I can say is this is what I am.
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