Disabled....

Ugly....

Old....

Fat....

How I have always hated labels.. and now I have these to burden my load with. Still I try and more than that, I try to hope..

But that is the hardest of all things to do... When loneliness swallows you and worse when you look into the mirror and know that you would never date anyone like yourself.. How is there any way to be hopeful?

One can never lose a label..

But one can lose all hope...