Perhaps the most recurrent theme of this depression cycle is ‘searching’. I craved to be alone most of the time to listen to music, to write down thoughts, and to embrace all the privacy I can get. I knew that my way out isn’t through the help of people this time.
Somewhere along this year, I lost my sense of self. I lost a part of my identity in my fight to be alive. I became someone’s advocate, another’s girlfriend, a daughter, a friend, a patient etc. But all these did not mesh together well. I did not know the sum of my parts. I ended up being more broken.
As such, I’m using this restlessness to provoke me to do self-care and to feel something, anything, as me for me. To find out once again what I like, what I love. To find why I’m trying so hard to have more time here. To search who I want to become.
Hiya, interwebs. It’s been a month since I blogged BUT I’m here now. Today, I’ll be talking about weight.
Ever since I was born, my built is not skewed towards the skinny type. I was just okay, appearance-wise, and I never became obese. Still, I got called fatty all my life. It used to upset me so much that I never upload whole body pictures of me unless I thought I looked thin in them. I was so afraid of the judgments and comments.
When I became sicker, this insecurity came rearing back from the dead. My weight fluctuated a lot because of my medicines (and now because of my gastrointestinal illnesses. My illness count is now at 9.) In fact, an acquaintance told me that “I look “healthy” aka chubby for someone who is seriously sick.” It was a hard slap of reality on the face…
…because F*CK beauty standards. Weight does not judge someone’s beauty. I’ve had enough. No more.
Looking back, I thought there was something wrong with me. I didn’t look like the models and the artists I saw on TV, IG, and other media. I wasn’t size 2 or 4. At my skinniest, I was a size 6 or 8 due to my health condition. I remember getting compliments about it and thinking that the society must be shitting me. I was in pain and yet I get praised for it?!
So, to the people reading this blog, please remember:
Your worth as a person can’t be weighed on a numbered weighing scale. Do not based your values on society’s norms because society sets up some rules that are wrong anyway. If there is something you should care about regarding weight, it should be your BMI.
You are more than numbers.
We aspire for healthy.
Your worth is inherent.
You deserve to be loved – your body, your heart, your mind – all of you.
You are beautiful.
Hello, fellow earthlings! As promised, here is the part two of my Japan travel blog post. Let’s start with this vlog I released days ago:
(click this and come back here, plox)
And now for the tips:
- Consult your doctors if you are fit to travel to your destination of choice. You need to check your stats and to know how to best manage your treatments while you are away.
- Travel with someone who knows your medical history thoroughly. It’s better if he/she is your primary care.
- Research your destination! See if they have the facilities and spaces that are suited with your needs.
- Stock on all of your medical supplies! Make sure you have a ~little~ more than what you need.
- As much as possible, travel as light as you can. (I know this is hard.)
- Write your things-to-do on post-its, etc. We don’t want brain fog to strike us hard, right?
- Have plans of action to medical scenarios that might happen. It’s better to be prepared at all times.
- REST. REST. REST a lot days before your travel. You need your energy when you sight-see and experience the places!
- HAVE FUN. Traveling is a privilege for us warriors. Once our health permits us, we gotta take advantage (with caution). 😉