When I was in high school, I was overweight, weak on a wheelchair. If you saw me then compared to now my face changed. I was so scared to do anything to my face so I depended on others. I was an easy target, students called me ugly, retard and spread false rumor about me. It was horrible, my family believed the rumors. I felt like everyone was against me. I use to like sitting on my mom’s friend swing just thinking about what if I never had my incident, where would I be? I felt like an embarrassment for my family, I even posted on Facebook”When my mom had my life in her hand, why wouldn’t she let it go doesn’t she know I am hurting in the inside now.” Talking about my feeding tube and coma…I wish I had met someone like me to tell me when I was going through all of this that everything is going to be alright, just hang in there. Now there is a person like that, I am that person.
Keeping blogs is clever, it’s like a journal. My life is pretty interesting, when I was younger I thought my life was scripted, played out, rehearse. Everyone around me was actors and actresses. When I got older, the actors and actresses were replace. I now know it is played out, BY GOD. He’s doing a great work, I am a fan. I believe everything happens for a reason, be patient. Life is like a grill cheese sandwhich. The top bread is your introductuction, the back bread is your happilly ever after, the cheese is the middle.
This might sound self absorb, graphic. I just don’t know how to handle it. I have an obsessive elderly man trying to be so close to me, but not in a good way. It scares me, he was always obsess and now it’s so obsess. When I’m sitting on my wheelchair at my family’s cafe and decide to get sun outside, he’s outside too. I push my wheelchair slow, he stops to flirt with me. I tell him I am taken, he hits his knees on my thighs and ask me if he can kiss my cheek, I say no but he still does it on my head though. He does this almost everyday, can’t take a hint. I was on my phone, looking down. Anyways I’m scared. I’m 24 years old, you would walk away and tell me to, but I was on my wheelchair. This guy won’t leave me alone so when I tell him I got to go back in my family cafe, he follows.
I have this gym sweater i love, i don’t like showwing my triceps. My arm flabs my sweater ripped and the zipper broke so I tied it. I lost it a while ago and finally found one from Old Navy that looks like it, sort of.
I was dropped off by my parents at my family’s cafe Bubble Tea House. I walked to the front door, but decided to walk to the gym. I go to Planet Fitness, it’s close to eachother. Anyways I walk to Planet Fitness with my walker. Today is a beautiful day at Rhode Island, the weather here has been bipolar. I worked out a little at the gym and I saw my friend Alvin at the bench press place. We talked then I showed him upper body workouts. It’s amazing, I started doing them 2 weeks ago. Gets me sore a day after l. I live showwing people workouts that I think is very affectible. I love going to the gym because i meet new people everyday and they tell me that they see me at the gym a lot and I just keep moving, I push my wheelchair and I don’t stop. Then when I get into my background, I end up being a walking miracle.