I’m a fat girl…I eat like a fat girl…I think like a fat girl
‘Tis true. Oh sure I’d like to think that I’m just a thin girl trapped in a fat girls body. And maybe if I was mildly overweight that could be true. But I’m well over 100 lbs overweight. I weigh 256 lbs. I am a fat girl. Hear me roar. I think about food constantly. Good food, bad food, food is my passion. I am always aware of the current status of my stomach. Hunger is pain for me.
I look at situations from a fat girl perspective. I walk in the room and evaluate if I’m the fattest person there. I know better to even walk into stores where things won’t fit me. In fact, I barely even walk into stores where things WILL fit me. I mean what’s the point? To depress myself further? I don’t want to go on vacations that involve a plane ride because my nifty fat girl brain thinks about how I might not fit in the seat, or about how I might have to sit next to someone skinny who will be grossed out by me…or even WORSE sit by someone fat and have to elbow for space.
I went to the movie the other night and I went by myself (not a fat girl thing, a momneedstogetOUTofthehouse thing). I was thinking man I hope noone sits next to me. Not because I didn’t want to sit next to a stranger but because I knew I’d be uncomfortable squished to one side of my seat.
Will I ever be able to think like a thin person? Or even when I’m thin will I think like a fat person? Maybe I’m a fat person because my brain is a fat persons brain?
Well this is a strange post and my baby boy is calling me, so I will publish and edit later LOL
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