Fat, fat, fat
I hate body image issues. I hate looking in the mirror and seeing fat me. He’s always in there. Sometimes he hides from other people, but never from me. He’s constantly reminding me about where the snacks are. About the ice cream in the freezer. About how good the kids’ snacks would taste.
He wants out.
Some days it’s all I can do to ignore him, and some days (like the past 3) I haven’t been able to.
Stupid.
I can’t stand how much power food has over me. I can’t stand how easy it is to slip back into my old ways. I can’t stand how, when someone compliments me, I think to myself (and sometimes say) “yeah, but you haven’t seen my roll of loose skin” or “that’s because I’m wearing clothes to hide my fat.”
I wish there were an easy answer.
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