July, 27
I just wanted to close my eyes and just stand under the hot shower, while the water sooth my swollen body -but I was so afraid of falling down and being stuck in the tub. My mother needed the neighbor’s help to get me out the last time. I got out of the shower and looked at the mirror. Just looking at myself, looking at my reflection, I don’t know who was staring back at me. Am I visible? I see my brown dimple skin, the blubber that hangs around my belly, I see the “fat” me.
Every day, every night, I suffer.
I look at my-self and I don’t see my-self.
All I want to do is too eat.
I’m hungry!
Some of us do it out of sheer vanity, others because we hate the way we look and want to try and change it. But whatever …show more content…
He simply Googled the nearest Dr. Bernstein’s class and gave me the time and date of the next meeting. Oh well! What else is new?
It wasn’t all bad, I found out about the gastric bypass operation. I have an appointment in October.
The tone of the doctor’s Healthy Weight, Healthy Lives strategies was an explanation to a child, with little or no intelligence. What it ignores is that most obese people have already tried and failed any number of diets, and know only too well what the extra weight they are carrying means for their health and personal lives.
July, 30
“Lunch time” I hate going to the cafeteria for lunch.
The smell of fried chicken and chips filled the air from the moment I walked into the cafeteria. I was salivating. But instead of the generous portion the person before me received, I got a handful of chips and a piece of chicken half the size. I didn 't put the plate on my tray because I assumed the man at the counter hadn 't finished dishing out the food. But instead of giving me more chips, he told me, in a sarcastic way, that I shouldn 't expect any more, by the looks of things, I had quite enough already. The people behind me waiting to be served, was giggling. I walked away, red-faced and deeply