I’m at the gym.
My Voice is here.
I try to block it out but the voice in your head is the loudest voice there is.
You failed. You’re a failure. It’s too late.
Look at the guy. Look at her. Look at their form, their muscles. They’re better than you. You’re doing it wrong. Put the weights down and go home. Sit on the couch. Watch a tv show. Eat. Eat it all.
M Voice shows up a lot. A constant reminder of me. A constant reflection of who I am, then and now.
Am I a failure?
You’re fat. Nothing will change that.
The funny thing about my Voice is it comes in flashes. Moments of self doubt. Moments of humbleness. Random moments.
Yet as quickly as it arrives, it can be pushed aside. By a song, a friend, a look in the mirror. A glance of approval from a stranger reassures you everything is fine and you can keep moving forward.
Today my Voice was pushed aside by lyrics from a song by Common that danced into my ears betweens sets:
“Sittin’ in a shadow of me, gradually battlin’ me
A fall from grace like Adam and Eve
Search for the inner-Vatican in me
The temple, the body, I’m mental, I’m godly
Somehow I made my mess-ups my hobby
Is it the stress and the pressure? Probably
Out here with much anger inside me
Don’t know who my friends are, stranger inside me”
Am I a failure? No. Have I failed? Yes. My failures dont define me though. How I act after failure does.
Goodbye, Voice. For now.