The Fat Mystic
This is what happens when we're not around the right people and/or the ones we try to get rid of won't get the hint and disappear. It's what happens when people in your life don't appreciate your kindness throughout the years and you become cold and resentful. It's what happens when you have your head so far up your ass you can't see your own reality.
I'm a natural psychic. I have never fit in to any group of people society deems proper and I never will. I'm proud of the fact that I'm different, not only in personality, but in appearance. I married into what appeared to be an "acceptable, average American family" only to realize it was the greatest pile of BS. Funny how it takes a death in the family for people's true color to come out. I remember thinking to myself, "How the fuck did you miss THIS one?" Issues. That's how.
No matter how well versed one is with the happenings in the Spirit World, how psychic you are or how much emotional support you have, your issues and EGO control virtually every good and/or fucked up decision you make in life as an adult. We can't exactly blame others for everything, only what they contribute to the drama or outcome of the situation. Obviously because we cannot control people and apparently I can't seem to control my damn ISSUES! Getting a grip takes time, except for the fact that once someone dies, there's no time left for resolution.
On top of getting a hardcore reality check regarding my personal life situation and family members, I suffered two deaths back to back recently. These were significant people who were instrumental in creating the ISSUES I've had since I was a kid. It's funny how those damn secrets come out and skeletons shake their shit when someone passes. After 24 years of being estranged from my father and knowing he wouldn't contact me until the very last second, I was moved to be there for his last moments. It's amazing how we're affected by this stuff. Each chapter of this particular story has moved me from one point to the next and pushed me to make choices I normally wouldn't ever consider. Marriage being one of them.
Now back to the being FAT...
Yes I ate it. I complained about it. I didn't bust it. Clearly I suck at it. I cannot be ashamed of it though. I just need to stop bitching and tell everyone to fuck off long enough for me to follow a 30 min daily workout program and get on the only diet that works... It's the "Stop Eating That Fucked Up Shit and Be Normal, Girl!" plan.
Today I made up my mind and decided that I'll do it. My dad died at 65 and I don't want to so I guess it's time. Plus I have two boys who may want me to be around longer than that.
So are your fucked up issues bubbling up inside so much that you've become FAT too? Even you skinny bastards count! Hit me up...