Thinking tonight about being fat. I am. There. I’ve said it – in public. In flagrante delicto, so to speak. So what?
So what? It’s a thing, being fat. A bad thing. People judge. You probably do. I certainly do. People think I’m things that I’m not, or that I’m not things that I am. Appearances can be deceiving, you know?
Listen – you can’t possibly judge me more than I’ve judged myself. You can’t possibly hate me as much as I’ve hated myself. Or be as disdainful. Or dismissive.
I feel all that when I walk down the street. From you and from me. I’m over it. I’m over covering myself up and eating my way into an early grave, because of my self-loathing.
I’m done with diets. I’m done with exercising and exorcising. All in the name of being socially acceptable. Health is my goal. Not societal approbation.
I’m fat. I’m me.
Time for accepting myself.
Meeting myself where I am, as I am.
Audrey, meet Audrey. She’s pretty darn cool. Smart, funny, weird as hell (in a good way). Enjoy her. Cherish her. She’s who you are. It could be worse.
You could be Josh Duggar. Now THAT would really suck.