Secrets

Everyone has secrets. Some secrets come out of a sincere desire not to hurt the ones you love the most, while others come about because you’re ashamed, and still yet others come about because you are afraid of how others might judge you. But no matter how a secret comes about they are usually terrible things to bear.

I kept the secret to myself for years, but once I hit my teenage years it became increasingly difficult to hide. Growing up in a very tight knit,

Change

367.5 pounds.  400 pounds.  525 pounds.  That was the last time I was actually weighed and the last time I went to the doctor — any doctor for that matter.  My doctor told me that I needed to lose weight and I needed to start right away.  That was two years ago.

Two years ago I could get around — with some degree of difficulty, but I could still get around nonetheless.  Today, I can barely get out of bed and go to the bathroom let alone stand to shower.  

It’s Not What it Seems . . .

“Where are you taking me?” I scream as I am led down a long stark white hallway.  There are two men — giants, I think — one on each side of me, and each has an arm.  I feel like a wishbone.  Any moment they could take my arms and pull in opposite directions and they would rip right of their joints.

“Where are you taking me,” I continue screaming.  They keep looking straight ahead and continue walking in silence.  I purposely stop walking and fall to the ground like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum.  They quietly pick me up off the cold floor and continue walking.  

This is My Destiny

When I checked my emails Saturday morning, I was throughly excited to see the email for my first Indie Ink Challenge. I spotted my challenge and immediately thought, “Wow, this is not going to be as easy as I thought!”

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I always knew when I was growing up that I was special and it’s not just because my parents told me so.  I was much more mature than the kids my age and never really got along with them.  I always hated those infernal play dates my parents would send me to, as I thought it was a complete and utter waste of my time, and the kids — well we just had nothing in common.  I would rather be at home or at the library reading or maybe writing or somewhere solving puzzles or just thinking.  Love to think.  I can sit for hours and just think.