I am clearly not the person to give advise. I cannot tell you what to do but I'll tell you what I did. Here's a back story. I had birth my children when I was still young. I was skinny and it made me conscious because I don't look like a mother instead I look like an older sister to my children- and it's not flattering. Teachers, Social workers and Doctors doesn't seemed to trust my own children with me because I look like a kid myself. So I piled on weight. At the same time my divorce was finalized and I was free. I was also started on medication. After a few months I had gained 20 kg and I became overweight. I intended for a little weight gain but not being obese. I look at the mirror and I was devastated. Over the years, in my twenties I battled weight gained and depleting confidence. Then the pandemic came. It was during the fasting month of Ramadhan that I started working out after breaking my fast. I lost only two kilos. Then when the lock down was slowly redu...
I found me lost, stranded by the road. With no money on me. And nobody that I know. I sat down with my head low. I found me hungry, and nothing to cook at all. My kitchen is complete but food was non. How did I become so poor? Didn't I do a checklist before? I found me helpless, looking like a bum. I'm so shabby and dreadful. I feel sick. The pain is in my skull. I found me walking, aimless again. I need a cure for my heart. I'm yearning for my children again. I know where they are- at their father's house. I found me strength, that's how I began. My children have grown. I need to stop looking for my mini me. They don't need a babysitter. They need their mother. I found me courage, that's how I take a stand. I won't let anyone break my heart. I won't be sad. I won't let anyone mock me anymore. I won't let anyone push me over anymore. I found me meek, that's how I woman up. I need to speak up. I have to say what I need. I know w...