FAT GIRL CONFESSIONS
It was not me who baked a cake, frosted it and ate way too much of it. I would never sabotage my own dieting efforts. I am certainly not my own worst enemy.
It was not me who threw the bathroom scales under the bathroom sink so that I would not have to look at them. I am not afraid of knowing my weight. I am not in denial.
It was not me who tried on three different outfits today before church. I did not stare at the huge bulge I call my stomach as it protruded grotesquely from underneath my pretty sweater. I did not blurt out to the empty room, "that just doesn't look right." That body is so not me.
Sad, but true. Or not. Whatever.