I realised this week that
(i) I am growing old outgrowing short A-line frilly skirts. As much as I tried to convince myself that it has nothing to do with age, the truth is that it did.
(ii) I am growing fat. Some people have a “scary age”, I have a “scary weight” and I went beyond it. The truth is that there is nothing such as a sustained high metabolism.
(iii) I think I am doing alright and handling things well or as best as I can (in general, not limited to above). The truth is that I’m not.
Excellent. Just another wonderful week of self-discovery. Isn’t it a lovely thing? Realization. I’m loving how it hits.
Ouch, my feelings.
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