Perspective

It's killing her.  Slowly. Surely.  Her body is telling her it's needs to store. And she gained weight.  A lot of it.  It's another person's worth of weight. Hanging on her. Surrounding her.

Killing her.

She had fought and it fought back. Finally, she's chosen to relinquish one disease for another, slower one. 

And hopefully get her life back.

This young woman is a hero to me. Her struggle. Her fight to survive.

But also humbling.

Convicting.

Because I don't suffer from anything. I hoard the weight because I can, not because my body has failed. 

And I think...

What if I lost weight as though my life depended on it?

Would that change my perspective?

I have the ability to change my ways. 

I'm not in the hospital.  I'm mobile. 

What if it IS just sheer will-power?

What if I can change because I make it a priority?

Is it worth it?

It just might be...