Do you remember being able to eat food because you wanted it and not thinking about it afterwards? Do you remember when food wasn’t calories on a plate but was just… food? Do you remember when songs didn’t make you cry because your story was in them and stories of crying weren’t your own? Do you remember when the mirror was only made of reflections and not emotions? Do you remember when choices were merely “yes” or “no” and not an endless debate in your head? Do you remember when your worst enemy wasn’t yourself? Do you remember when you got to live free of mental chains? Do you remember when all those rules in your head weren’t there, when the possibility of failure never crossed your mind let alone cross it first, when your dreams were bigger than the confines of your waistline? Do you remember when you still cared about yourself?
I’m not sure I do.