The War is Over
I say stuff like this all the time. I do it because it's funny. I do it because it's true. And I do it because it's easier to poke fun at myself and my weight than it is to allow anyone else to do it for me. And to my knowledge, no one ever has (not to my face, anyway). Until the other day... For the first time (at least that I can recall), a friend made a comment about my weight. It wasn't meant to be mean (this person is generally kind and loving), and I think it was meant to be funny... but it stung, a lot, and I said as much. The apology was immediate. But the comment stayed with me and I've thought of little else since. And I hate that. I hate that the comment was made. I hate that the comment was true. I hate that it bothered me so much. But I'm glad it's made me think about where I am and what I'm doing. There is so much on social media today about fat shaming. About body acceptance. As someone who has struggled with a weight issue,