ugly truth

There was a time when I was fit. But then, gradually, my body changed. My belly grew, and instead of facing it, I hid. I bought a whole new wardrobe, telling myself it didn’t matter.

Then my face started to change. My cheeks filled out, new wrinkles around my eyes. In an instant, I went from feeling like I was at my prime to feeling old and heavy. It crushed my confidence. I started wearing hats, sunglasses, and baggy clothes—anything to hide the body I no longer recognized.

Watching others age gracefully makes it harder to face my own changes. I feel like time hit me like a freight train.  I’ve learned that beauty fades, but being an asshole lasts forever.

I’m still struggling, still trying to accept who I am now. I haven’t found peace with it yet, but I’m still here, still fighting.