“You’re the new skinny!” the cashier at the store told me. Me? Skinny? I have never been called skinny, up until now that is. I am still not convinced that I will ever be skinny. In fact, I am still pretty sure that I am fat. I look into the mirror, and still see a fat person standing there. It’s not just my reflection either. It is in my thoughts. I almost feel like I have a super-imposed fat person over my image in my full-length mirror.
My mind whispers old thoughts still to me. I can’t sit in that chair together with my daughter because I am fat…people are looking at me because they see how fat I am…Is she thinking about how I shouldn’t be wearing these pants? Are my fat rolls hanging over my pants? I can’t wear that dress. It won’t fit because I am too fat. Is my double chin showing in this picture??
My mind whispers old thoughts still to me. I can’t sit in that chair together with my daughter because I am fat…people are looking at me because they see how fat I am…Is she thinking about how I shouldn’t be wearing these pants? Are my fat rolls hanging over my pants? I can’t wear that dress. It won’t fit because I am too fat. Is my double chin showing in this picture??
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