I was thin, really thin.
Then, in high school, I started to grow fat.
I married my high school sweetheart.
I grew fatter.
It was good, and it was bad. Then, it was mostly bad.
I was 270 pounds.
We tried to make babies, but nothing stuck. He left me for someone else.
I joined Weight Watchers. I lost 100 pounds.
I drank too much and made bad decisions.
I met the right man. We made babies.
They saved me.
It is this time period, right here: ” I lost 100 pounds. I drank too much and made bad decisions,” that inspired me to write this blog, and my book. I was the thinnest I had been in almost 15 years, I should have been feeling great about my physical appearance, yet, I was still the fat girl. Boys in bars still looked at me as the last option, girls snickered at me when I wore skirts. I don’t want anyone to feel like I felt. I don’t want young women to turn themselves inside out trying to appease the masses, because you never will.
Since I had my twin daughters, I have gained back thirty of my hundred pounds. (They missed me.) So I struggle yet again. Not morbidly obese anymore, but still fat, still thick, still fighting every day to “be good.” Learning, in little baby steps, how to treat myself better, how to “be good” to myself and not a diet.
So what I’m writing, what I’m sharing with you, comes from the brain of a fat girl. This blog is my story. This is how I think about myself and the world around me. I hope, on some level, that this is your story too, and that this is a place where you can feel-not alone.
This is me, bleeding out.
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This blog is so inspiring. You say all the things I was too embarrased to even say to my self. I am thin inside, I want to have fun with my kids and lead by example, but I am fat outside and who wants to see a fat chick on a bike? My kids tell me I’m beautiful, my husband tells me I’m beautiful, but I can only see my double chin, my dimply thighs and my round belly. I want to be beautiful to me!