FAT, FATTER to FITTEST

STRENGTH I've always been an anxious person, it's just who i WAS . Anxiety was something i had suffered with for a very long time and silently at that. I remember how the unknown would cripple my mind, my emotions and even my breathing (LORD, that was hard). My nails were evidence of my silent suffering and unending appetite for peace of mind. I guess its safe to say that ANXIETY doesn't live here anymore, i don't know how it happened, all i know is that i don't miss it and good riddance. I see and hear struggles of people dealing with anxiety and i wish i could easily give a solution but its impossible because anxiety has various triggers and i believe in my case, it stemmed from emotional issues that i was yet to deal with. I must admit though, it wasn't an easy process but it has been a deeply gratifying journey, i can equate it to the first warm sun rays shining on your face in the morning, or that feeling i would get when i bit my nails, or a bird bein...

WHY?  I have always been a believer of loving oneself unconditionally first and then allowing people in your space to love you the best way you know how.  Where do i  begin? There are many times i toyed with the idea of being a smaller and healthier Khadija, problem is, i really didn't like the gym and the gym didn't seem to like me either. There are 3 major events in my life that made me think "Ghaiii say no to the food".  Events 1-30. Air hostesses and stewards (EP-enemies of progress) where do i begin with you guys? Okay so as i board the aircraft, i WHISPER to you that i am in need of a seat belt extension but then you come down the aisle, loud as ever as though you're presenting me with an Oscar and alas all the attention is fixed on me and i am under immense pressure to give my viewers a show on how to tie THE seat belt? But why are you guys like this? Where did we go wrong…i say sorry on behalf of all weighty people...eish..You love making ...