I hate my life. Passionately. It doesn’t matter if anyone else out there has it worse than I do. I don’t care. It’s not my problem. As far as I know, earth is a shitty planet, with so many shitty and pretentious people. And yet, worse than the shitty citizens of earth, is my amoebic frame staring back at me from the mirror.
God my body is Uh-gggly, with annoying pads of fat everywhere. I can’t wear a T-shirt without my tyre rolls priding itself. I hate all these thick-slim b**ches bringing their shitty Tik Tok to instagram. Bayo( my boyfriend ) keeps using them as body goal for me. The effrontery. He even gave me an ultimatum : lose weight, or lose me.
Before now, I naturally assumed love was the holy grail; me and Bayo on the frontline of our ever deep love for each other,with all our imperfections blurred out. I wonder how I went from being his big bold and beautiful heartthrob to b***ch shred some meat. Mtchew. Life sucks big-time!
Some people have life going well for them at least in one category. I live at the extreme of bad luck. For one, the entire Pie chart of my life is at zero percent. Nothing is working :
Money in the bank 👎
Self esteem 👎
Dreams/ goals 👎
In touch with my core( whatever this means) 👎
Balling /living my best life in real life or at least on IG or Tik Tok 👎
I remember turning twenty – five in June (2020) , and thinking shiii… I’m five years away from thirty. With nothing to my name, except this fairly used iPhone 7, two braided wigs, fifteen pair of jeans, five pairs of leggings, ten pairs of corporate shirt, sixteen skirts, my undies(which make up 60% of my entire clothdom) four converse shoes, six flat shoes, and four slippers, one crocs and the must-have little black dress, and a pile of miscellaneous clothes that I never fold. And Oh I have my BSC. In Education Guidance and Counseling .What use is a BSC if you can’t bag a job with it? Mtchew.
If you were a fat twenty five year old, who still lives with her parents,unemployed, with zero money, zero skills and about to lose your boyfriend, won’t you hate your life?
Growing up, I vowed to be filthy rich by twenty three, at the zenith career, touring the world at liberty, helping young unfortunate people through my NGO( named after me of course — Sandra. Maybe not such a great choice of name to use. But by then it wouldn’t be my problem. I would pay some brand strategist to figure out a great name)
I had my life all planned out, and yet, before anything else, being a Nigerian disadvantaged me. A country where dreams die. Stoopid country. 😠🇳🇬👎
I know you’re probably tired of me whining. To be fair, I’m tired of myself too. Nobody exactly handed me a handbook for this phase of life called adulthood.
To be honest, I need your help. No it’s not money. And no I’m not about to ask you to hook me up with a God fearing yahoo boy that is into plus size women. I need your honest advice. How do I overcome my struggles and succeed in this life?
I sweru Gawd this life no balance for me.
Please type your advice in the comment box below.
Thank you. ❤