fatphobia

This article first appeared on From Annette With Love and has been r

This week I went to a networking event and had feelings about it. This is the story of those feelings. 

It was time to embrace my nightmare. So I stripped and for the hell of it hung about bare-assed in a room full of clothed people. Although I’d already left self-consciousness behind me, I wanted to be able to tell this story.

The other day I was having coffee and ice cream with my friend. We were talking about who we follow online.

Nobody, of any size, is obligated to participate in sports/exercise/movement.

I spent most of last week in a southern California heat wave.

Right before I had a baby, two years ago, I was happy (enough) with my weight. I ate what I wanted. I walked a lot. I felt strong.

Two weeks ago, I was in West Lafayette, Indiana. I flew into Chicago at around midnight, and I was picked up by new friend and hostess, Mel.