Obesity In The Uk My Story

Obesity: Why Me, God?

Every morning, I wake up and ask myself the same question.

“Do I look okay?”

The mirror stares back, silent and cold. I don’t like what I see. My mind starts spinning.

“Am I okay? Can I do this? No… I can’t.”

It’s like a quiet voice inside me that never stops talking. It tells me I’m not good enough. It tells me I will fail before I even try. That voice is loud. Too loud.

I go through the day with my head full of noise.

“You’re fat.”

“You’re ugly.”

“You’re stupid.”

“You’ll never change.”

Some days, I believe it all. I feel like a waste of space. A failure. A let-down to my family. A shame to the people who came before me. I think of my ancestors and feel like I’m throwing away their strength. I feel like I’m letting myself down most of all.

I make plans. I dream. But every dream feels like a lie before it begins. I never stick to anything. I want to be different, but I stop before I start. I give up. Again and again.

“I have no staying power,” I whisper to myself, over and over. That sentence sticks like glue.

Each day I hope something will change. That maybe I’ll wake up and not hate myself. But the days pass and I stay the same.

Then today came.

I sat on the edge of my bed, same as every day, hands shaking, heart tight. My mind was already full of bad thoughts. But something small sparked inside me. A whisper, just like the voice that always tells me I’ll fail. But this one was different.It said, “Try. Just today.” Please try.

It didn’t say, “Fix everything.” It didn’t say, “Be perfect.” It just said, “Please Try.”

So I stood up. I went to the kitchen. I poured water instead of grabbing a snack. I stood tall and breathed slowly. I looked in the mirror and didn’t say anything cruel. I just looked.

And then, out loud, I made a promise.

“I’m giving this diet a chance. Not just for how I look. But so I can breathe better. Sleep better. So I can walk outside without fear. So I can walk in the world and feel like I belong in it.”

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t brave. But it was mine.

I don’t know if I’ll be perfect. I don’t know if the voice will go away. But today, I made a vow to myself. I want to own my life. Not hide from it. I want to stop waiting and start doing.

It’s a small start. But it’s real.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll doubt again. Maybe I’ll cry again. But even if I do, I’ll remember today. The day I said, “Please Try.”

I want to go outside. Not just to walk or run, but to be seen. To stand in the big wild world and say, “This is me.”Lookdoing my own shopping, Cooking, cleaning.

Not perfect. Not finished. But here. And trying.

I also want to ease my pain from osteoarthritis and gain movement in my legs and feet. Covid took five years from my life. It left me a freak with Long Covid, Osteoarthritis and Obesity. I do not want this year to end at six years. I desperately want to live again before I die.

MyPoem

Obesity Can’t Win Me

It tells me I’m nothing, too heavy, too slow,

A shadow that whispers wherever I go.

But I’ve had enough of that voice in my head,

I’m rising today, not living half-dead.

I’ve failed and I’ve fallen, I’ve cried in the night,

But I still have breath and I still have fight.

My steps may be small, but each one is mine,

And forward is forward, in pain or in shine.

It sits on my chest like a weight I can’t see,

But I won’t let it chain what’s left of me.

This body is tired, but my soul is awake,

And I’m taking it back for my own life’s sake.

No more self-hate, no more disguise,

I won’t live beneath a thousand lies.

Let the world stare—I know who I am,

Not broken, not lazy, not part of a scam.

So here’s my vow, as clear as can be:

Obesity won’t be the end of me.

I’ll move, I’ll try, I’ll stand, I’ll begin.

Not perfect, not fast—but I’m going to