It's funny, isn't it? How one tiny, little, pea sized comment said in an off-handed manner, meant to be humorous, can send us spiralling out of control.
A bite of pizza is what promted this comment.
Not a slice.
One.
Single.
Bite.
This is what my loving, caring mother has to say to me. Thanksgiving. A time for family.
I cry.
My boyfriend
I'm fat.
You're beautiful.
You're a liar.
Tears
f
a
l
l.
Pillow wet, black from mascara.
Boyfriend pissed.
Mom thinks i'm fat.
I am fat.
And she was right to call me on it.
How I expect to lose weight eating Pizza is beyond me. This one-bite-won't-hurt mentality has got to stop. I am glad to be back in rez, lightyears away from that woman and her compassion. I do better on my own. I eat less on my own.
I can do this.
Stay strong with me lovelies, if any of you are out there, stay strong.
We can do this.
