this is your life.
i didn’t think anyone could understand, let alone write it. except for the height and that my father’s favourite epithet was “you’re supposed to eat to live, not live to eat”… that’s my life. wow, i’m stunned.
i’m not linking this here for any kind of emotional coddling from any of you, i just want to make sure that maybe, one day, another person who needs to know she’s not alone will find it.
wow.
my thoughts exactly. wow.
Heather, you took the words right out of my mouth.
The sad thing is that no matter what size you are, you will always be the fat girl. Even back when I weighed just a over 100 pounds, I was so thin my teeth kinda bulged out of my mouth, I was still the fat girl. And I think I will always be the fat girl no matter my size until I can fix what’s in my head too. Ya know?
hi.
i am the fat girl who wrote that. i can’t even read it anymore. it’s too hard, too brutal, makes me feel too naked and out there.
i’ve never written anything so emotionally raw and revealing in my entire life. but i feel much better for having said all that.
it’s funny seeing the fall out from such a soul-baring piece. women have been telling me i am beautiful, they loved that piece. men have been telling me i am not fat. men, i’ve never even met in a place outside of cyberspace. yeah. funny that.
ok, i really don’t have much else to say. what can i possibly say after writing all that? i will leave you with a quote from my favorite movie “beautiful girls:”
“our god is a fair god. he gave the skinny girls flat asses and tiny little niddlers. the fatties he gave big, beautiful breasts and great asses. god doesn’t fuck around.”
that will be all.