August 19, 2009
My name is Kristina and I am FAT. I have been secretly reciting this to myself lately. Not as a way to keep me down but rather as a way to remind myself of a reality that I have spent years running from. See, it was not until I saw myself next to my very weight-conscious friends from work that I started to really understand just what I have done to myself. Most of my work friends weigh between 130–140 pounds, shop at the designers boutiques, and never have to worry if the latest company “Unity” shirt will fit. They are […]
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August 14, 2009
I wrote this last August but it pretty much sums up my issues . It was originally posted on my blog Mom on the Rise. I guess there is no better place to start. I am fat. OK, I am obese. She thought that she had the “biggest knickers in the world,” but the truth is that her knickers pale in comparison. And while I am attempting make a sorry joke of this, the fact of the matter is that I cannot make a joke of how I feel. Forget how I look. How I look is no match for […]
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