Dear PCOS,
You suck. Thats all I have to say. But, I will say more. I will stand up loud and proud and tell you that you are not welcome in my body. I know you wont listen. See, you are a mean mama jama that has a mind of her own. Well, just so you know, I too have a mind of my own and I am a stubborn hard headed girl who has hopes to live a life full of fun and no pain brought on by you. I have plans to lose this weight that you caused me to gain. Oh, I'm losing it alright and I am also going to get a hold of this depression, acne, not sleeping and joint pain too. Oh yes, it's happening. See, I need to be available for my kids school field trips, sons cub scout event and my boys baseball games. I don't need you hanging about ruining my workout plans, or any plans for that matter. You are a pain in my ass and I'm tired of you. I think it's been long enough now that you can just go your merry way and leave me alone.
I have lived with you long enough and your rent is no longer accepted. I'm officially sending you an eviction notice. Effective THIS INSTANT. While you pack your bags and never look back, please return my size 6 jeans, glowing skin, thicker hair, happy go lucky attitude. Return the me who didn't have to worry about sweating in public. The me who dint think twice about what I was wearing because everything looked good. The me who's ambition was not faltered and energy was through the roof. The me who didn't think people were looking at me because of my quick weight gain, rather they were looking at me because of my cute fashion sense. I expect to get myself back. I give you 6 months to give the real me back....but, you are evicted. K, bye.
