for the first time in months i feel free to write about something else. i dont feel weighted down by the ex and the problems. i dont feel the need to write about that saga.
wow, i feel like...like...dancing through my house. singing and shouting!! woo hooooo.
dare i say dancing, singing and shouting while running naked through my house??? now thats freedom.
but NO!! that would be another WTH!
why? because im fat!! you dont run naked through your home with a jelly belly. take my word for it on that!
ive never in my entire life been a thin person. i was much smaller and ive been heavier. childbirth and misery has a tendancy to do those things to people.
i used to really struggle with self image but then i realized that i would never be the skinny young frail thing and learned to accept who i am. we're not all the same.
so im the first to admit it!! yeah im a chunk!! others will say, "dont say that!!" or "no youre not!" and i cant help but laugh. what, you think that when youre overweight you become blind too? i cant see it or feel it? you just gotta see the humor in it all. its not a crime to be overweight. saying im fat is not the equivelant of admitting that im a career criminal. looool. God.
cant lie though, i dont love my fat...not by any stretch of the imagination. wish it would disappear.
something tells me thats not going to happen!
oh well..........i STILL feel like running, shouting, singing and dancing through my house naked!!!