Monsters, Jeans, and Bad Analogies

What happens when you allow yourself to die?

The sadness inside you. It's so strong that you let it take over.

Completely. Does that make you weak? A coward?

Or the most normal person you can be?

Confusion is the common emotion that overtakes the

human today. Along with sadness, anger, and defeat.

We are a weak species. Pessimism is what's destroyed half

of the world. It is a link to all of our problems. How to destroy

it? Accept it. Then find in yourself the determination we secretly

possess.

Like a fat woman wants to lose weight to fit into a size 4 pair of

jeans. That is what I call strong determination. It's what we need.

So that makes us all fat and our goal is those size 4 jeans.

The things we want. The people we need. How we wish to be. We'll never

get them if we let our monster eat away our determination or

we'll be fat forever. Our monster is our very selves. The cause to everything

is us.

Everything we consider "bad" or "terrible" is mental. The doubts. The fears.

Who else puts them in our bodies?! We do. Why? Walls. And rules. Every

human being creates rules that they live by. And walls. Some so that the walls

and rules are broken. Others so they stay standing forever strong.

But...what if we disobeyed our own rules? Put down our walls?

Would we be better off? Lose weight?

So many questions. And it's funny because as individuals, we

have the answers.

We must want to remain fat because there are so many people

out there, wanting the size 4 jeans but not doing anything about it.

They settle for the size 6.

Well, no!!

You wanted the size 4, then goddamn it!! STOP BEING FAT!!

I sit here staring at the dark. I'm depressed. Emotionally fading.

Fat as hell. Sick of these feelings.

Of my monster.

I really want to kill it before...it kills me first.

I don't want to stop feeling. It's ok to be selfish

when it comes to your feelings.

It's ok to want.

To desire.

Be as selfish as you want.

Because you deserve those jeans.

I deserve those jeans.

I'm done settling for less.

We all should stop settling for less.

Or else we'll remain fat. And schmucks*. I don't find it pleasant...

being a penis.

But really, don't allow yourself to die. If you do, I will not forgive you.

Find a mirror. Look into the eyes of your monster. Kill it; you will know

when it's dead. You will feel...thin and relieved.

And then, you buy those jeans.

Maybe when the sales clerk isn't looking, you could

take a Snickers bar, cut it in half and

reward yourself.

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