I went away for a  little bit because I was afraid of telling truths that were hard for me and I was scared that I was not strong enough to sustain them.  Hell, I was scared that they were stupid truths and I was stupid and weak for sharing them. 

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The truth is that I love eating, and the hampering of that experience feels like some depletion of life’s vibrancy.  I eat as much as I do because of how much I enjoy the taste of food, the texture of it in my mouth, on my tongue, the… Read full post »

Currently, what I want is food.  Preferably a cake-y kind of food, some lovely confection of sugar, flour, and whatever else is needed, but it can vary based on my mood.  There was a time, in the not too distant past, when I not only knew this desire was a… Read full post »

What my family does with free time.

I just couldn't resist adding to the series of "unts," especially since hunts sprang to my mind immediately. 

Yep.  You can take the liberal girl out of Texas but you can't take the Texas out of the liberal girl. 

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Okay, 'love' might be too strong a sentiment.  But I can say, honestly and without any posturing to make myself feel cooler, that I really don't mind going to the gym any more.  I'm fine with it.  I even kind of look forward to it.  

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I watched the inauguration of Barack Obama from a seat thirty-some-odd-thousand feet in the air.  I was flying back to Los Angeles from New York City, and thank goodness, I booked my ticket on an airline with TVs on the back of each seat.  People on the airplane (including me) clapped… Read full post »

Last night, sitting on the couch with my boyfriend, I shifted in annoyance.  He was resting his hand on my stomach, and it made me uncomfortable.  I didn't understand why he was doing it, why he wanted to draw attention to this massive flaw when I had other, perfectly respectable body… Read full post »

The first time I shopped at plus-sized clothing store was at the Cambridgeside Galleria in Boston some time in my mid-twenties.  I circled around the idea, hovered near the store on multiple occasions.  I passed it, trying to look in the window without appearing as if I were looking in the… Read full post »

I believed I was a fat girl years before I became one.  As soon as I hit puberty, I was convinced of my disproportion.  I was unseemly, lumpy, hulking over my peers.  In science class in sixth grade,  I stood in lab one day, working on an experiment and listening in… Read full post »