There, I Said It!

I’m fat.  (Or as my imaginary best friend, Rachel Hollis says, I have fat). There. I said it. And immediately I hear all of your voices in my head: “No, you are not!” “But you are so tall, you carry it well!” “Whatever…you are beautiful.”  And it’s not that I don’t value all of your opinions, but I’ll go with the lady who went to school for at least eight years, studying all things medical, who wrote “morbid obesity” on my chart.  MORBID!  Like, you are going to die from this. So, for once, I am making an investment in myself. I LOVE investing in others!  Always have and probably always will.  Like I have said before, I’m the friend that people come to when they are in distress.  I’m the lady in the store that random strangers just start talking to about their problems.  But I have realized that I am the one whose body is in distress, and I am the one who has a problem.  So, instead of adding savings to my kid’s college tuition, I...