To give myself some credit, I haven’t pulled out the scale. This is in an effort to not define myself by my weight.
So instead of defining myself by the numbers on the scale, I keep thinking about how I feel. And how that I feel that I look.
The only word for it is fat. I hate mirrors right now, because I look fat. I feel fat.
The grocery shopping is done. I’m ready to be exercising. I’m ready to not feel fat every day. I hate it and am dangerously close to hating me.
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August 21, 2007 at 5:00 am
cecily
No, no, don’t hate yourself! The you you see in mirrors is not the real you! I mean… I read your post, feel like I know the real you a little as you reveal your heart - and it has nothing to do with what you look like! I like the real you. Hope you find it somewhere in you to like you too!
September 22, 2007 at 4:16 pm
The Blogger
Aww, big cheesy hugs. It is so hard to feel that way. I have just started reading your blog and can say that you are so much more than your size.
I am not sure if you are fat or not…but even if you are, there is still so much about you to love.
Embrace that special person..