Caught in the net

Imagine if a doctor had never told me that I would become obese. Imagine if, in my healthy state, I continued eating and enjoying life…

Caught in the net
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Life Lessons

Caught in the net

18 March 2024, Poem By D.M. De Alwis

Imagine if a doctor had never told me that I would become obese.
Imagine if, in my healthy state, I continued eating and enjoying life.
Imagine all the meals that would be eaten without guilt.
The suffering of feeling not enough, not worthy, not attractive.

Imagine if I knew my greatness every day that I had been alive.

I walk the path, treading confidently instead of with fear.
Imagine if I loved myself and my body.
Imagine if I sought movement for pleasure and not some loss or gain. Imagine if I cared not what others thought and that no one judged me thin or thick.

Imagine my heart was light.

Imagine being stoic to this — my one vice.
I would not obsess over scales nor drink water til I drown.
Imagine if I was loving myself, my true self.
Imagine if I shed those demons that I carry.

Imagine I am normal.

That I am well.
I am happy, at peace, and good.
Imagine I am worthy of love.
That I am worthy of my expressions.
That I am worthy of getting upset, angry, and infantile.
That I am loved and accepted for my tantrums and my smiles.
Imagine that I make life interesting and always challenge myself to do more and be more.
That I, too, can do more and be more.

Imagine I don’t need an audience — 
to feel good about my accomplishments.
My knowledge leaves with me when I part this world.

Imagine it is all an illusion designed to hold me back.

Imagine what happens when I make a hole big enough to escape.
Then, standing outside the net…
I see with wisdom — 
Those who are still stuck.

I pity them as I pity myself.

Then I see her in a mirror.

She is pitted, bruised, and battered.
She looks at me with a wiry grin.

“You finally see me,” she says.

Her eyes shine with rebellion that can not be tamed.
She always knew about the illusion.

“I knew one day you would come,” she continues.

She touches my shoulder.
Her hand reassures.

“From today, we fight this as one.”


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