Today is my baby brother's 40th birthday. I cannot believe that he is 40 years old. I cannot believe that it's been 40 years since I have been struggling with all this extra weight I carry on me.
It was not long after he was born, and I was shoved into the "mother" role that I realized how "big" I was. I hated when people thought I was his mother. Summer of 1968 brings back all those memories of pushing him in the stroller, around the neighborhood, and people thinking he was my kid. After all my mother was "old". No way could it be her kid. I hated it. People thinking that one, I was old enough to have a kid, and that I looked that old...just because I was talll...and fat.
Fat. A three letter word. One word I have heard, written, said, thought, hated..more than any other word in the English language.
Definition of fat--according to me. Fat-me. Overweight. Non desired. Something I will always be. Something that I hate. Fat-my whole family.
I hate fat. I am deciding not to make it my fat e. I am going to take the word and redine it for me. Fat-a process, a struggle...something to work through and set aside. A word that I can remove from my vocabulary.
Obese-another F word. Maybe that's what I will say instead of fat. The F word. People can just wonder what I mean. They might think F*ck..is the F word. No...today. Fat is the F word. I am eliminating the F word from my life.
Talk about a rambling blog...this is it.
Just changed the title to this blog. Gonna bite that F word in the butt. No pun intended.
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