I’m tired of hearing the comments about my weight. I’m tired of hearing from my mom not to eat so much. I’m tired of the diet suggestions my older sister constantly gives me in hopes of meal prep. I’m tired of feeling like I have no value in this world because of my weight. I’m tired of always monitoring what I eat then feeling terrible after I ate. I’m tired of men ghosting me after seeing me in person. I’m tired of the weight comments from my father. I’m tired of feeling I need to be the one to save my family. I need to be the one who graduates from college. I need to be the one to get the 9-5 cooperate job and make over 60k one day. I’m tired of feeling I need to be skinny in order to be successful, in order to find a mate because no one looks my way enough to get to know me as a person. I’m tired of feeling ugly. I’m tired of the weight comments from my father. I’m tired of hearing you’d look better I’m that dress if you were skinny. I’m tired of hearing that I’m lazy when I don’t have any OUNCE of motivation to do anything, not even for myself. I’m tired of everyone saying I’m making excuses because I’m lazy. Like FUCK do you not understand how much I wanna clean my room? How much I want to wake up early and go to the gym?! I WANT TO BUT MY MIND AND BODY WONT ALLOW ME. I feel as though I’m glued to my bed. I’m tired. I’m exhausted. I’m tired of feeling like I will never be enough.