All in change
I nearly gave up.
Taking stock over the last few weeks, I've realised how much of my own bullshit I've happily bought into - and now I want a fucking refund.
With every change I saw, and see, happening, my heart simultaneously breaks, and yet, is healed again.
I watch myself doing all of these things that ultimately lead me to the place where this situation no longer exists, deconstructing these bricks of a past life, seeing every piece in almost infinite detail.
I'm staring at this government-issued document like it's my last fucking chance at freedom.
When you truly want something, you really do have it within your power to face whatever fear sits alongside it.
You can value and appreciate your body even as you transform it.
'I'm going to bust my ass trying to do it all in the first week and if by the end of January I'm not a supermodel then fuck it all I'm ram raiding McDonald's'.