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Dear Tummy;
I wish we had a better relationship. I have been trying since I was a teenager to feel better about you but our negative relationship still haunts me every single day. I have tried everything to hide you. Extreme corsets, tummy-slimming undies, control top pantyhose, baggy shirts, those horribly uncomfortable tummy-tucking Lycra shorts thingies that just end up rolling down and creating a weird lump under my clothing... you name it, I've tried it. And still, there you are like a creepy stalker following me everywhere I go.
By Sarah Sparks9 years ago in Longevity
Addiction
We meet thousands of people in life and without fail, when you meet someone new they'll say, “So tell me about yourself,” and you'll awkwardly respond by mentioning a few recent things about yourself and ask them the same in return. I usually hate this question because I say something about how old I am, that I lived in New Zealand for a year or about how I moved across the country for school. This doesn’t really reveal anything about me, but it leaves people stuck on whatever I decided to share.
By Zak Awry9 years ago in Longevity
Being Diagnosed with a Deadly Disease that the World Deems Your Fault
Waking up to pee, sometimes 10 to 12 times per restless night. Sneaking downstairs to the fridge to indulge myself with bottles upon bottles of water, a few juice boxes, and cans of soda. Not being able to see clearly, everything shortly becoming a fuzz at times despite my 20/20 vision. Sitting in 7th grade pre-algebra class suddenly very confused. Getting unreasonably sick after eating a slice or two of pizza. Having emotional outbursts with no cause. My jeans becoming a little looser, even though my hunger could never be satisfied. Inside, I knew something was wrong, terribly wrong but I couldn't let myself believe that. I was 13, surely these changes were just part of growing up.As with any other Monday morning, I waited for the school bus with my older sister, who was a senior in high school at the time. I complained to her that I wasn't feeling well and that I didn't think I had the energy to play my saxophone in first period band that morning. She told me just to take it easy and maybe go to the nurse if I didn't get better.
By Catherine Rose9 years ago in Longevity
Who I Am
My name is James. I am a 19 year old Canadian guy with too much time on my hands. I struggle with a few different things. I have a type of colorblindness called Protanopia. It is a red/green colorblindness and I can't see the color red. Because I don't see red, either because I don't have red photoreceptors, or they were underdeveloped, I also don't see pink, purple, or orange as they are offshoots of red.
By James Groves9 years ago in Longevity