So anyway, there's this girl I work with who is very, very large — the kind of large where there are no discernible shapes or facial features — and I always considered her to be on another "level" of fat than me. But then we had an open house Friday, and someone I've never met came up to me and asked a question that made it clear that she thought I was this other girl. It was definitely a wake-up call.
Now that I'm back at school with my best friends and my boyfriend, I started to get too comfortable because I'm around people who don't judge me for the way I look. But I CANNOT let this be the end of my big weight-loss thing. I have to keep going, otherwise I'll hate myself. I almost feel like this is my last chance to prove I can have some discipline and do something for myself. I don't ever want to be confused with another fat person.



