Katsuki Yuuri’s 30 Day Diary Challenge - Day 4
Dear Body, I love you because…
“I don’t,” Yuuri told the stupid list and put down his pen ten seconds after picking it up. He hated his body. What he hated even more was the hunger constantly gnawing at his stomach because Minako-sensei decided enough was enough and forbade him to eat anything greasy or delicious.
“You look like a sad, saggy balloon, Yuuri,” she had said with a frown, her fingers imprisoning the heavenly pork cutlet bowl Yuuri had been about to devour. It had been cruel and not just because her words cut deep, but because she had taken away the only comfort Yuuri had. And also told Yuuri’s mother not to make him any katsudon because he did not deserve it.
Now, almost a week later, Yuuri was ready to set fire to everything green that could be put even near his plate. He had enough. His stupid body was starving and hurting all over, muscles crying from the exhaustion of working out forced upon them. Exercise they had tried to forget.
Overall, he felt horrible and wanted nothing more than crawl back into his bed and hide from the world. But there was nothing to do. Minako-sensei would skin him alive if he missed another practice session, never mind that Yuuri had no intention to ever go back to skating let alone ballet dancing.
He was a Madoushi now. A mediocre one, but still it was who he was. Sports had no place in his life.
If only Minako-sensei and everyone else around him would accept that.
His computer pinged with a new email notification, and a simple click told him that a new article about Viktor Nikiforov had been uploaded onto one of the blogs he followed. He clicked on it desperately, his eyes widening when he saw the title:
VIKTOR NIKIFOROV IS BACK AFTER A SEASON OFF!
He knew that Viktor had had to take a whole season off after he landed a triple axel wrong in the Four Continents the previous year. He needed surgery because one of the ligaments broke in his left knee, but Yuuri had his faith in him and knew that he would be back. (If he sent Viktor a charmed silver bracelet he worked weeks on no one had to know. After all what was the chance that Viktor would ever receive let alone wear it?)
Now he was back and ready to take over the world. Yuuri just knew it that Viktor would shine brighter than ever and he couldn’t wait to see him on the ice again.
He looked down on his diary, the empty page mocking him… daring him to fill it with words he had been avoiding with all his might. Except, if Viktor could overcome an injury like a broken ligament, Yuuri could overcome his pathetic excuses. He could find the person he used to be.
Maybe.
Dear Body, I love you…
because you never give up on me. Even when I treat you horribly and fill you with things that cause you harm. You stand by me and adjust without complaints.
Dear Body, I love you because you are stronger than me and keep pushing me to want to be strong as well.