So Full
Full. I am so full. I
know that I know what the feeling of fullness should feel like, yet I’m always at the limit of hitting my
capacity. I’ve had enough – of all of
it. Food, things, people trampling all
over me like I’m their doormat. Limits have been met, reached, and I’m no
longer here for it. I’m full! Done.
While the above sentiment relates to so much more than food,
I think I should probably limit my rant here to just that. I could go on for eons how I’m over people
telling me what to do, who to be, how to act and what to think. I’m done with bossy. I’m my own boss. The
strength lies within me! I’m done with everyone thinking they know what’s best
for me and what I “truly want.” No, I don’t want a baby. No, I don’t need a
mate to fulfill me. I am enough. I have enough. I have more than enough. I’m full.
Yet again, maybe I’m not full with what I truly wish was fulfilling
me? Has that been what’s driving me all along? I consume to fill up something.
The void. That void. I strove for
years to define and understand what that “emptiness” was. I would shovel in whatever I could so I didn’t
feel it. So I didn’t feel alone. What was it? Emptiness? Loneliness?
Sorrow? After years of working on it I have concluded that, no, it’s not
that. Okay, sometimes it’s that. Sometimes it’s way less profound.
Boredom? Sometimes it is a mind racing, and a stomach
that can’t quite seem to pinpoint what it wanted, because it wanted everything.
Solidly entrenched into adulting hard I have found that consuming
absolutely everything truly is sometimes the answer. Actually, self-soothing is a way of giving myself respect
and love. It’s totally okay to make myself want
to feel and be happy – if only for a fleeting moment getting a quick dopamine
hit. For what’s better in life than the
little things that light us up and spark our interests that ignite our
feelers? To be lucky enough in life to
actually feel full is a blessing, even if it feels like it’s in disguise.
I have a hard time with limits, because when I reach them I’ve
had more than enough. I have a very long
fuse of accepting something that angers me “as is.” However, when that fuse runs out I am done
with it for good. I have had
enough! Maybe that’s how change
works? You have the status quo keep
going until you’ve hit your wall, your breaking point. I know that is where I’m at with hating the
state of my body and my relationship with food. I know that’s where I am at
with being full. I’ve crammed enough
in. I have eaten everything I had ever
wanted. I am done being full.
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