I am trapped inside myself, surrounded by over five hundred pounds of blubber. Even the most routine tasks, like taking a shower, have become an all day process that is near impossible to accomplish. Walking from the couch to well anywhere really is the equivalent of a 5k marathon. My ankles are buckling in on me and I am starting to look like a cripple. All of my sneakers (slip-on’s only) are misshapen from the odd direction that my ankles twist my feet to support my girth. I can no longer wear underwear because it gets caught in my many folds of fat and causes burn marks that I am unable to reach and therefore cannot treat for healing. It’s just easier to go without. To put deodorant on I have to press my right arm against the wall to force it to reach far enough across my chest towards my left armpit and then repeat the process to reach the other side. This is a technique that I have become accustomed to doing for many self cleaning routines where things are too hard to reach beyond the fat that is incasing my bones. After years of this it feels kind of normal. Doesn’t everyone live like this?
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