Clowns, Darkeness,Jackrabbits & My Personal Journey
Two years ago I started my journey though my true journey has no real beginning or end. I am a constant work in progress. I am a canvas that has been painted again and again, layer by layer by a tortured artist who feels they will never get it right. My layers are strong, thick, and they protect me. I am art. Crazy, subjective, beautiful, awful, happy, sad, wonderful, art. I don't know if I ever did or if I ever will feel completely at ease with myself. I don't know if I will ever embrace my physical and emotional self. I am an addict. Food is my addiction. For years it was there for me through happiness, sadness and all my ups and downs. It comforted me but it also robbed me. It made me obese. It gave me diabetes, high blood pressure, chronic bronchitis, depression, anxiety, infertility. Worst of all it made me settle for a sub par life. I could not walk long distances or run up the stairs. I could not ride all the rides at the amusement park and I couldn't dance or e...