I’ve
almost got my body back.
I
don’t know if anyone else who reads this has an autoimmune disease, but it
sucks on a historically shitty level. A far cry from just being sick all the
time, I also feel like my body doesn’t belong to me. Between all the needles
and doctors and medications and pills and check ups, I feel almost like my body belongs more to my disease than it does to
me.
Everyone
keeps telling me that I’m taking this very well, which I suppose I am. I try to
have humor about it and try to keep myself inspired. But it’s still hard. A lot
of my friends are going on diets because they’re athletes, the kind of diet
where you don’t eat any dairy or gluten or sugar for a couple of months in
order to get your body back on board with healthy eating habits. I think it’s
cool that we’re kind of sharing the same diet. But at the same time I remember that they get to choose to do that
kind of a diet.
I don’t get a choice.
Yeah,
I cheat a lot. I cheat more than I probably should. But I also have to deal
with this for the rest of my life. My
body belongs to this disease.
But
I’m getting my body back. Slowly but surely I’m doing the things I know will
help me reclaim my body for myself. Taylor is helping, although I don’t think
he knows it.
Challenge
to my Readers:
Having
a disease sucks ass. But you can’t let your disease define you. Don’t let it
change who you are.
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