I am a fat girl!
My name is Sasha and I am a fat girl. I’ve been fat all my life. At birth, I tipped the scale at 10-pounds and now the scale has tipped over. I am 38-years-old, stand 5-foot-2 and I weigh 230-something pounds and busting out of my size 18 clothes.
There is a part of me that wants to lose weight, but there is a bigger part that just doesn’t give a damn because I love to eat. After I wake up in the morning, I shower and get ready for work.
I eat a bowl of cereal, then drive to my local bagel shop to grab a some kind of sandwich --- bacon, egg and cheese or sausage egg and cheese or taylor ham, egg and cheese --- and a cup of coffee, always with at least three spoonfuls of sugar. I am a fat girl!
I devour the sandwich on my way to work. As I drive down the highway, in bumper to bumper traffic my mouth is filled with food. I know other motorists look in my car and make comments, but I just don’t care. I am a fat girl and food is my friend.
By the time I get to my office, I am ready for some cookies, candy, chips, pretzels and a soda. The clock has barely struck 9:30 am. I have a desk job, so most of my day is spent at my desk. My co-workers try to engage me in conversation, but I quickly blow them off so I can get back to my snacks.
Now that it’s summer and I see all these women running around half-naked or in a cute sundress, I have a moment of regret, but the minute I bite into a Snickers or grab a handful of chips I am happy, again.
My thighs rub and the insides have turned dark from the friction, my arms jiggle and my back and legs hurt all the time from the weight. I am a fat girl!
Co-workers pull out their salads and yogurt for lunch and I feast on a meal. Steak, Fried Chicken, Pork Chops, BBQ Ribs and whatever leftovers I find in the refrig from the night before. After lunch, I am stuffed --- at least for a few minutes. Then I whip out a slice of cake or cookies and another soda.
I used to keep bottled water on my desk, but only opened them to water the office plants and occasionally water down a sugary drink. By the time, 3 o’clock rolls around I am ready to eat again, more junk food. I am a fat girl.
My girlfriends always encourage me to lose weight “you are too pretty to be that big,” but their digs fall on deaf ears. I say: “Nobody wants a bone, but a dog and when he’s done he buries them.” I continue to eat all day, sometimes until I get a stomach ache. I know, that doesn’t make much sense, but that’s just me. I am a fat girl!
There is a part of me that wants to lose weight, but there is a bigger part that just doesn’t give a damn because I love to eat. After I wake up in the morning, I shower and get ready for work.
I eat a bowl of cereal, then drive to my local bagel shop to grab a some kind of sandwich --- bacon, egg and cheese or sausage egg and cheese or taylor ham, egg and cheese --- and a cup of coffee, always with at least three spoonfuls of sugar. I am a fat girl!
I devour the sandwich on my way to work. As I drive down the highway, in bumper to bumper traffic my mouth is filled with food. I know other motorists look in my car and make comments, but I just don’t care. I am a fat girl and food is my friend.
By the time I get to my office, I am ready for some cookies, candy, chips, pretzels and a soda. The clock has barely struck 9:30 am. I have a desk job, so most of my day is spent at my desk. My co-workers try to engage me in conversation, but I quickly blow them off so I can get back to my snacks.
Now that it’s summer and I see all these women running around half-naked or in a cute sundress, I have a moment of regret, but the minute I bite into a Snickers or grab a handful of chips I am happy, again.
My thighs rub and the insides have turned dark from the friction, my arms jiggle and my back and legs hurt all the time from the weight. I am a fat girl!
Co-workers pull out their salads and yogurt for lunch and I feast on a meal. Steak, Fried Chicken, Pork Chops, BBQ Ribs and whatever leftovers I find in the refrig from the night before. After lunch, I am stuffed --- at least for a few minutes. Then I whip out a slice of cake or cookies and another soda.
I used to keep bottled water on my desk, but only opened them to water the office plants and occasionally water down a sugary drink. By the time, 3 o’clock rolls around I am ready to eat again, more junk food. I am a fat girl.
My girlfriends always encourage me to lose weight “you are too pretty to be that big,” but their digs fall on deaf ears. I say: “Nobody wants a bone, but a dog and when he’s done he buries them.” I continue to eat all day, sometimes until I get a stomach ache. I know, that doesn’t make much sense, but that’s just me. I am a fat girl!
Please Share Your Confessions of a Fat Girl Story. Email submissions 600 words or less to JBGMembers@aol.com
posted by Mack Digital Inc. @ 12:41 PM
10 Comments
