I Was Once A very Average Girl
Nothing About Me was Exceptional
I had good grades, But I Was not the Best Of The Class
I Was Not Ugly, But I Was not pretty either
I was Used To being ignored, And Actually Like The feeling That I Could blend In
I was Not bullied. I was not the Most Popular Girl In School Either.
I didn't like to Attract Attention, So Being Almost Invisible, Was quite alright
I Have Fond memories of Hugh School, Even Better Ones of College.
My First job Was Fine, And I Even Go accepted In A Masters Program In Europe.
So when Did My Life Turned So Wrong?
Was it when I realized That I Was All Alone In A Foreign Country?
Was it The Fact That I Knew next To nothing About cooking, cleaning?
Or, Was It Because I Felt Weak, Having huge back aches That limited my Actions.
Back At Home, the feeling of Depression Hasn't Left.
I still feel Alone, Misunderstood, And a total Failure.
I can't control My Own Body. I can't hide the Pain It Causes Me.
I see Myself As Just Another Useless Parasite.
I've Committed To Be In Better Shape, hoping That my body Would Benefit.
I Have Lost Weight, I Even Resemble A human Being Again.
I'm Proud, At Least there Is Something I can Be Proud About.
Little Victories Are Important Too.
But Then, Today I wake up and All I've Being Thinking About Is about My frenemy
The most Dangerous of nemesis Is Also My Person Obsession
And So, I am tempted And Ask Myself: A Small Piece Won't Hurt, Right?
Just A Bit Of Chocolate Would Be Enough To Give Me Some energy Back
I Don't Want Want To be A Skinny zombie, I Don't want to Be A Tortured fatty Either
Things Aren't always Easy To Explain
Is Vanity A factor In My Decision? Sure, But It's Not The only One.
My Goal is Not To be A skinny Top Model, I Was Want To Be Healthy.
A Healthy weight Helps because The Body Suffers less.
But How Strict is Too Strict?
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El impacto de la Fibromialgia en mi vidaPoetry
Estos son poemas independientes los unos de los otros, a excepción de la primera parte que se debe tomar como un ensayo introductorio. No voy a contar la historia de mi vida de forma cronológica, voy a contar un poco sobre los cambios por los que h...