This year started like they always do.
A look in the mirror. A furrow of my brow. And a thought.
This year I’ll be skinny, I’ll lose weight, I’ll finally fit in!
This year I’ll fit in with all the rest of my friends.
But this year will probably end like the others.
Same weight, same me.
This year will end up being next year then the year after that.
Why do I break the most important promises, the ones to myself?
I keep saying, all I need is that push, or that help.
But reality is that it all begins with myself.
I can make a change and that change will come.