Baby i know you’re disappointed of me. I know that recently you hide under baggy clothes and avoids beach. You requires me an energy that I have. The cookies and sodas do not give me the necessary support.
I’m overwhelmed and unfortunately, I see myself forced to store energy in the form of fat. I know that you’re ashamed of your stockpile, but what you ask of me, I can’t offer you. I’m weak! I will not rest, and who knows when was my last restful sleep. When I wake up, you didn’t feed me and when I feed, not quality.
I’m stressed and close to a nervous breakdown. I know you expect more of me, but I have to be honest, I expected more from you too. You ask me focus, energy and less fat. I beg you nutrients, hydration and rest. And just like you, I am.
You get upset with the gut stuck, but baby, I’m in no condition to give up anything now. Don’t ask me to remember something. My stock of antioxidants is low, my cell membranes without flexibility and the bad fat you consume, just me! I can’t carry the sugar you eat well and against my will, I had to call my friend insulin more often. If you’re dizzy and have a headache, blame.
And you know how much it is difficult, every time she appears so cluttered I have to stock up on even more fat. Give up the creams and massages, my love. No longer respond to external stimuli. I’m so nervous I asked for advice to cortisol. He advised me to retain as much fluid as you can to protect me and whenever possible, get rid of unnecessary weight. Well, muscles are heavy and I no longer have the ability to carry them around. I chose fat baby, I’m sorry.
With the scarcity of nutrients had to make drastic choices. I’m no longer nourishing your skin and hair, so you see them go. I’m so nervous that capsules and supplements are not absorbed. I’m angry with you, I don’t want to talk. I am writing this letter as a goodbye. I’m signing off and soon, the shortness of breath will be evident.
The more get sick, but you’re hitting me with drugs and I honestly don’t understand why you treat me like this. You sound like you want to see me suffer. Not only that all the years of neglect, now screams to the seven winds I’m slow, that your metabolism is slow. It hurts!! I was born with some imperfections, but thought that you, with human intelligence, knew ensure your body. I was wrong! You haven’t been paying attention to the signs and abused me. when I get tired and go home, where you will live?
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