Monday
Fat girl and the cookie.
Like a fat girl and a cookie.
I'm the fat girl by the way, so don't bother with the comments of how 'un-PC' that is.
Why does it have to be such a big issue? Its never really been *my* issue. Its everyone else. Or so I keep tell myself.
I lost a lot of weight. I saw a skinny girl in me, and she was pissed. She would look back at me in the mirror. I would occasionally catch a glimpse of her; always looking down, unable to hold her head up; well not anymore. I have lived a full life up until that point, but I wondered what life would hold for me and her if I let her out. I made a choice.
I'm half the size I was, and I'm proud of my accomplishment. But I still have a skinny girl looking back at me- but now I can see her, and she is me.
Take a minute a really look at the mirror. Look at the reflection. Look at the eyes staring blankly back at you. If you see yourself; if you see the person you know yourself to be; if you are look at yourself, and down at yourself, then you have reached a point of contentment. But for if for one moment you see doubt, or another face staring back at you- a face you no longer recognize- do something. Its your face, reclaim it.
I'm the fat girl and I always will be. I'm the fat girl because that *is* who I am . But it more than the face looking back at me now. Its who I am on the inside but I am the skinny girl looking back in the mirror.