My body is a battlefield.
Always at war with my heart and my head.
My body roars at me to get up, to move, to stay healthy.
My head screams at me that I'm never good enough and moving won't fix that.
Getting up won't fix that.
My heart whispers that I don't have to get up.
My heart whispers "Staying in bed is so much easier"
My head screams at me as I flinch away from their battle cries and sweet nothings.
My body yells at me to fight my mind and heart.
Every morning is another fight to get out of bed.
Every morning I have to swing my legs out from bed and get up quickly as soon as I wake up so my head doesn't realize I've tricked it.
So it doesn't have time to think that what I'm doing shouldn't be done.
Before my heart can fully awake.
My body is a battlefield.
Day in and day out.
Inside and out.
