Bad Diet

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There is a void we try to replenish but we end up hungry each time. We eat but we are not nourished, no sustenance of any kind. None of us remember ever being prepared for what life serves on a platter, we just know that at times we do not get to choose the calories we consume. And so, as we grow, our mass increases but it holds a suffocating space. We become engorged by horrid relationships, awful friendships, unhealthy self-concepts, poor opinions, and draining connections. The plate presents itself continually, always landing on our tables and it is never balanced; just a rusty, dented platter, which keeps serving food from the past, reeking of regret.

Saturated with oils of pain and questionable amounts of sodium, we sit, and are forced to feast. A repetitive meal, tiring to the mind and atrocious to the heart. The stomach churns and eventually growls and then gurgles with toxins that make their way up the esophagus, yearning to regurgitate. It cannot contain anymore and so the vomit spouts.

Stand and overturn that table. Break the cycle as the plate falls and shatters. May your plate redefine itself, change its shape and become full of new, lush, green, beliefs, proteins and staples. May your skin glow and your life become soft when you eat this balanced diet, helping you to reduce the unhealthy weight packed on by all the filth you have consumed from the world as you grew. 

You know better now, feast cautiously.

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