I hate my body.

It has betrayed me. It had turned into something in the last 10 years that is completely other from what it was in the nearly 20 before that. Before, I was strong for a woman, barely sick, capable of climbing trees and out-fighting a boy.

Now it takes a week or more to recover from a small stomach virus. My arthitis rides me like Hell's own bitch. Food is barely tolerated, and sometimes when it is it attacks my pouch with a vegence I can't explain.

I cannot leave now... I still have obligations laid on me. But, I swear, some days...