Not verbatim, but effectively he told me that. He told me I shouldn’t worry about it and pursue a career instead despite the fact I’m still a teenager and have been overweight my whole life. Fuck that. I get it, you lived a full and wholesome life without losing weight. You are also diabetic and rely on medication to not die, you can’t stand for long periods of time without assistance and in case of a fire it would be up to your children to save the people in the house, not you. I respect what you’ve done and that you are happy but I refuse to just give up. I’m not made from that material. Im going to be a superhero to my kids, I’m not going to get a girl ‘because when they get older they care about looks less’ I’m going to be totally and in every way I’m love with who ever I end up with. I’m going to be going on 60 on day like you and still be in shape. It’s no longer a want or a wish, it’s now a need. Maybe this is just what I needed. Thanks pops, thanks for a reason to prove you wrong.
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