It is getting bad again.

It has been too long, I should have known.

Somehow, I knew this day would come but a part of me thought it was long gone. All the same here I am.

It is getting bad again.

The battle of wanting to be small. The battle of wanting to gain weight because I know I am unhealthy but the fear of what gaining weight will do to my life.

I know I would still be me. I know these people have seen me at a bigger size. I also know that they didn’t treat me the same when I wasn’t this small. They weren’t as nice to me. They weren’t as respectful towards me.

What do I do?

The constant fear of stepping on the scale every morning is getting to me. I stayed small for over a year now. What will they think?

Why do I care?

Acceptance.

Something I’ve searched for my entire life. Something I have yet to find.

It has been too long that I have felt as though I fit in. I fit in more these days because I am pretty and skinny–gross.

I have always felt out of place in a world full of critics. I’ve always felt as the weird girl because I am not like every else. My mind doesn’t work like everyone else’s. No one knows my story truly and I fear I’ll never really be seen.

I fear that I’ll never fit in. While that is trivial, isn’t that what we are all searching for? To make connections and to be seen and to know that we aren’t alone on this journey?

I believe beauty comes from who the person is to their core. I don’t believe that is true for me. I know my heart and I know who I am. I know I choose to be good. I choose to be kind. I choose love. I know I am a good person.

That isn’t enough for me.

I haven’t always been as enlightened and as good with choosing the light over the darkness but I’ve found it the last few months.

I give myself grace- most days.

I let myself just be me and somehow, it isn’t enough when I step on that scale or look in the mirror. I see the changes that have started in my stomach and thighs. I see my arms and my face- they’re changing.

Disgust.

I see the girls on the internet preaching the body positive agenda and I wonder- how did you get off the roller-coaster? It has been so long that I’ve been on this ride that I don’t know if it will ever end. It never seems to let me off. Every now and then it seems that I am able to coast on a steady path but out of no where, we take a turn and it is back downhill.

I’m tired.

Every time I try to do better, the scale is there to remind me that I have done better before.

Why don’t I feel good enough if I am not ten pounds lighter like I was a few months ago? Why do I feel that people will treat me differently if I gain weight?

The answers are in me. I know them well. They treat me differently because if I gain weight-I don’t like myself. I don’t feel good enough because I have determined my worth based on my appearance.

It isn’t my fault alone. It is the influences around me. It is the mass media. It is everything I’ve learned up to today. While it isn’t my fault alone, it is my choice and my responsibility to fix it. No one else can.

I’m on the roller coaster again.

I hope I can get off soon.

xo

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