I fought back tears every time I went to the doctor and watched the scale creep past 350 into the 370’s. After that I closed my eyes when they weighed me. One time I ventured a peek and saw 382 on the scale. I was mortified and wondered if I would be dead by 35. In fact, I was sure I would be dead by 35.
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This is me
A year ago, my friend and I met over dinner to catch up. She told me about the man she had been dating for several months. As with all things Lizzie* it was a hilarious story that had that makings of a good rom-com movie. “Do you think he’s the one?” I asked. She shruggedContinue reading “This is me”
Through the fat lens
A few weeks ago, I wrote one of the most real and blog posts of my entire life. It’s about my lifelong struggle to define myself despite being “fat.” It’s about how I see myself and expect that everyone else sees and judges me through the lens of “fat.” Most of all, it’s about howContinue reading “Through the fat lens”
Transform: I Can
My mantra up until yesterday (when I first realized I had this mantra) was “I can’t.”
