Hate is a 4 lettered word

I'm fat.

There, I said it. I'm FAAAAAAAAT

No matter how much people try and sugar coat it, there is about 30kgs on my frame that do not need to be there.

I look in the mirror and I see my mother.

I hate the person that my mother has become.

I hate that I am turning into her.

I hate how much work I have to put in to try and lose weight and hate her even more that she has given up and doesn't want to try.

I hate that my body doesn't want to work the way that I want it to.

I hate how much hate is in my body.

Maybe if I purge the hate, the rest will fall into place.

One can hope.