This is not my body, I just live in it

College wreaks havoc on your body, in more ways than one.

Whose legs are these, dimpled and jiggling?

Whose arms are these, flabby and weak?

Whose stomach is this, marked all over and hanging lower than I remember?

Whose face is that, swollen and round?

Whose body is this?

I did not care for you.

I did not head your warning,

I did not listen to your call.

I continued to consume: calorie after calorie after calorie.

I continued to consume and my body continued to cave under the weight of it all.

I continued to hide away and to deny what confronted me every day in that rectangular piece of glass.

And now I am here:

Deprived, depressed, and dreading.

I try to move more and to eat less and to find something...anything...redeeming in that horrible square of glass.

This is not my body.

This cannot be my body.

This is not my body.

And yet, it is.

It is something I have made and it has made me.

And now I must hope to remake it.

And hopefully, in that process, I will remake me.

Reviews

[ThePaperPrincess]

A very interesting perspective on "the freshman 15",as i've heard some call it, and the effects that it can have no someone dealing with. it.