"It limits me from receiving the things I need.
I am aware of how it limits me, but I hate my body nonetheless.
Staying inside near the fryer might be a little warmer, but I feel it limits me to just taking orders and making change.
You will be cured … by such and such a date … so it's ongoing … and I perceive it … it only will get worse … It limits me in what I can do … very much so … which is frustrating … and sometimes all those worries about the future … really get me down … (Tom, 48 years).
It limits me to some extent and at times I envy those that can still eat ice cream" and she went on to explain, "I must also keep my temper in check as I can't afford to lose it otherwise I risk escalating my blood sugar level and blood pressure".
I learned pretty quickly that while it would limit me, it wouldn't limit me more than I was already limited, if that makes sense.
I think it will limit me with all the things that I should say.
And I'm glad because I think that some kid somewhere, some kid in Alabama, I think if they just for a moment stop and say, "If it didn't limit him, it may not limit me".
"But it doesn't limit me at all".
"But if I focus on the negative, it will only limit me, and I want to lead a very full life".
