Day 1: I don't think I've openly shared the nasty ugly bits of my life as I am violently protective of my privacy. But not only is @prestigiously_plump's #BodyPositiveChallenge just a dope thing, I believe it will help now and later. For the sake of brevity, I'll just talk about the mental shift. A lot of you have known me for years, and I've been HUGE pretty much the whole time. A lot of things contributed to this...it was slow suicide. I couldn't find the courage to get the knife or fashion a noose, but I knew that I was in a downward spiral. And I didn't care. I didn't see any value in me. I felt I was a burden to my mom, an open shame to my family, and the only thing I could be sure that lay ahead of me was pain, isolation, and a painful death. And then I broke my leg and dislocated my ankle. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!? I CAN'T WALK AS IT IS AND NO- you know what... So then came THE ORDEAL. The hole that they couldn't figure out how to close and why it was open in the first place! Jesus... do You hate me? Like...to live my life, then plop this on top? The last guess the doctors had was YOU GOTTA LOSE WEIGHT. Ahh...so it begins... What I feared all my life had finally manifested (mind your thoughts). So I had a chat with myself. "Akisha you are going to die if you don't get it together! Bursting out of your skin? You were already embarrassed... now you got your ailing mother pushing you around in a wheelchair! C'mon son. I know you don't like the life you have, but it's the one you got. Put down the fork and call a truce. End this war... your mom will NOT bury you." *Cont'd in comments* https://www.instagram.com/p/ByVKAagBGPX/?igshid=86ed56krcqvc
