My Quest To Make The Earth Tremble

So, here I was, yesterday. I’d gone out of my room where I’d been holed up for the past eight hours and I decided to go sit outside to let the cool evening breeze wash over me, probably stargaze while I was at it. But I had to use the front door and my parents were seated there, watching TV. It felt like they were engrossed so I felt I would be able to slide past their notice. But at that moment, a funny commercial came up and unwittingly, my laughter rang out. Oops. Big mistake.

I turned to see their eyes boring holes into my head. They didn’t look pleased and I just knew I’d entered their maze.

“What’s the matter?” I asked. I was already exasperated and since it felt like they were about to deliver a lecture, I figured it was best to get it over with sooner.

My Mom, of course, started.
“So, Tessa, when last did you look in the mirror?”
I was confused at first but then the purpose of this question began to dawn on me as I let out a wary “Yesterday. I guess.”

“And did you like what you saw?”

“Well, I feel it’s okay for the most part,” I answered, pasting a smile on my face.

Now, I’m not going to bore my dear readers with the explosion that happened afterwards but I’ll give you the highlight of the issue. I’d been ill the last couple of weeks. But even before then, I realized I no longer had an appetite for food. Now, this may sound normal to anyone but those who know me know that I couldn’t say no to food to save my life, lol. So, the fact that I hadn’t been eating well enough had taken a serious toll on my body.

My parents usually fuss about eating and my Mom, in particular, kept lamenting things like “I remember those wonderful times where my Tess would step into a room and the whole room would shake, herself included. Where has all that body gone?” I almost snorted out laughter because even though her statement was laced with unapologetic hyperbole, I wondered if she would want me to actually be like that.

But my Dad and sisters, my mom’s exaggeration notwithstanding didn’t fail to tell me that they didn’t like how I looked and even went on to say that if Hive was the one stressing me out and making me adverse to food, I should say so, so that everything Hive would be exorcised from my phone while I slept. I held my chest in playful disbelief. What blasphemy!

But, even as I went back to my room and shut the door, evening breeze and stargazing forgotten, I didn’t fail to admit to myself that they had a point. Not about the Hive stuff though, but the general fact that I’d lost a lot of weight. And even today, because of a person whose name shall not be named, I had to surf through my Google photos for throwbacks and I gasped because I actually saw the difference in how I looked then and now.

There are a lot of people who might not understand this and are like “But what’s the deal with this weight thing anyway.” Which is alright but first off, that’s just how it is in my family and two, slim is not a good look on me. Trust me, I’ve seen it myself.

But the crux of the matter is that I used to eat a lot and now I’m not eating as much anymore which is even bad in its own right because my current health condition doesn’t give me the luxury to choose whether or not to eat. Therefore, to answer the question, I should spend more time eating because I’m obviously not doing so well with that at this point and generally taking good care of myself.

Because health is wealth. And I’d like to think that eating well constitutes a great amount of what health is all about. So, eating I shall. And just maybe the ground will tremble when I walk in, lol. Have a wonderful time everyone. And remember to eat well and eat right!

Jhymi🖤

_{This is my entry to The Hivenaija Weekly Prompt}

Image is mine.

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