Fading
Fading
"You have a decision to make... right now."
She was right
Of course she was.
I was dying.
Right before everyone's eyes
I
was
fading.
"If you don't decide right here today,
we will decide for you."
My life had become a series of bad decisions.
Some that were never even mine to make.
A simple nod was my response.
"One Ensure with every meal.
You cannot lose any more weight.
If you do there is a nice hospital down the street,
and they will make sure that you eat.
They have more resources then we do,
I've already made the call
So it's up to you...
Decide wisely."
And I did,
I drank the Ensures every meal
Even though the smell made me sick.
I still did it.
That day and every day after that...
My decisions finally became mine to make.
I grew into my new body,
like a small town girl moving to a big city.
There were things that I had never experienced before,
but they were good.
My bones no longer ached
like an old man who never left his chair.
Instead...
I flurished like plants grown with a green thumb.
I get to live my life on my own terms,
and that is a freedom I could never weigh in pounds.
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