Never Meet Your Counselor

She seemed so confident

She was a competitive biker

Had a masters degree in her early twenties.

She helped me,

Even when I was disgusted

Because she was large

Everything I was most afraid of

Because I was afraid I would be judged

For being large

Even if I was strictly normal

I was told to act like the person I wanted to be-

forget other opinion

And then she left town

Long before I had healed.

After almost a decade I found heath.

I wanted her to know,

And I had good ‘ol *search engine*

And I saw the unthinkable.

She had cheated

In her certifications,

In her bike races,

She even changed her name.

So much for being your true self.


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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