The right to be healthy
If you've ever felt anxiety, you're probably familiar with how it starts off as a tiny dot of worry in the pit of your stomach. Rampant and unsolicited thoughts provide it with the incentive to grow, until it becomes the unwelcome focal point of every waking moment - if you're lucky enough to be able to sleep. This is how today started. I've led a pretty unremarkable life so far. I haven't done anything particularly noteworthy. Sure, I've gotten decent grades, dabbled in the arts and sports, and read the occasional book or two. I'm not physically fit, but I don't receive much flak for that because people tend to confuse slimness for fitness - which is obviously flawed reasoning. The fact that you can be "overweight" or "underweight" and still be physically healthy is for another conversation entirely. What birthed this ball of anxiety is the fact that I have never taken any great pains to be healthy, or fit for that matter, but I do