My body knows a different language. Not that I can’t understand it, but my surroundings are completely lost. When my body says “sit” and I deny it, it is not shy to pinch me as a punishment. My body doesn’t understand it’s not my fault, but that is where our communication falls apart. I push far past what I am capable of, which leaves my body with no choice than to rebel. Sometimes, I fear my surroundings will always sabotage our relationship. If I can barely work, barely eat, barely walk, barely anything… Is it irresponsible of me to assume another life into mine? And if I tell those that have spoken closely with my body, will I end up driving away anything I could’ve had? I don’t know. But for now, I will continue to compromise for my surroundings over my body.