by Shaker Siobhan
Today I found myself nearly in tears because I am so unhappy with my body.
And I backtracked over the last year:
I discovered the whole concept of fat acceptance via Shakesville and then Shapely Prose.
I read all the readings. I did all the research as suggested.
I leaped onto the bandwagon. I spoke up, I informed, I lectured, I gave away copies of "Lessons from the Fat-O-Sphere."
I stopped being able to have lunch with my co-workers because I couldn't handle the diet talk.
I convinced my husband we were not at death's doorstep. I convinced my mother that weight is not a scoreboard for health.
And I nearly broke down today because, after all that effort, I'm still not thin.
Back to work.
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