A few weeks ago, I took my kids to Six Flags for the very first time. It was supposed to be a day filled with fun, fear, family, and fond memories.
Instead it turned into a day of barely holding myself together, faking a good time, and choking back tears for hours until I could get home and let them all out.
I've never been proud of my size, but I have never experienced the shame I felt when I was kicked off of The Texas Giant roller coaster.
Everyone in line stared and speculated, and then snickered as they put two and two together and realized why I was asked to get off of the roller coaster before the ride even started.
I couldn't look a single person in the eye for the rest of the day because I was scared they might be among the large group that witnessed my humiliation.
My kids didn't say anything, but I know they were embarrassed too.
My heart breaks for that moment. My "ah ha" moment.
Next summer, The Texas Giant and I will have a rematch! Victory will be mine!