You’re not living up to your potential, fatty.

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I am overweight by kind of a lot. My new year’s resolution is to lose 30 pounds, which would essentially undo last year’s weight gain. It’s probably not going to happen, but the thought serves as a nice Band-Aid with which I can cover the gaping self-esteem wound that is my fatness.

I obsess over how skinny I used to be and somehow feel like I am less worthwhile now than before because of it. This makes it all the more agonizing because I know that I once was and could be skinny. It happened. It’s not outside the realm of possibility.

Last night I thought to myself … what if I’m just overweight for the rest of my life?

What if that is my future? That nothing changes and the way I am now is just the way I am forever.

I was not mortified by this possibility; it actually felt freeing. The weight of the obligation to be always trying and pining to be skinny was lifted. Really, what if I am just kind of fat for the rest of my life? What does that mean for me?

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