I remember when I was first diagnosed with cancer,
one of the first thoughts that came to me was
- maybe I’ll finally be able to loose some of this weight.
This weight I have struggled with
that has haunted me for years.

How sad is that,
that this was a thought that would
pop into my head
at this time
of health crisis.

And why?

Why am I not able to either
accept myself as I am
or
change myself to be what I would prefer.

Why is is such a struggle for me?

And why
is this such an important issue for others
to not accept me
for who I am
judging me
for other than the
things that make me…
me…