Regardless of what you’ve been told. People are not a mirror of ourselves. I never could grasp this thinking and until I let go of it and realized for myself. Then was I free from this belief.
This is the first book review I have written because I feel I have too. I’ve read so many books and each book I take away a little something. This book I took away a lot. It’s one of those few books I keep on my shelf (by shelf I mean Kindle) that will always be read again and referenced when I seem to be going off track.
Would you believe me? Probably not. Look at me. I don’t post many pictures of myself for fear people will make fun of me. I live across the street from a middle school and I have to leave my house before the kids get out at 2:30 or after 3:30 when they have all left the area. Kids are mean. Why is it anyone else can make fun of me and I laugh or shrug it off but kids can get to your core? Weird.
If you’re reading this, chances are, you’re fat. Now, don’t argue with me because according to statistics, if you’re reading this and you live in the USA, you’re fat. Come on! You’re on a food blog. You’re fat, it’s cool, whatever. If you’re upset with me, you’re in denial and insecure and need my help. If you laughed, you’re fat, happy and know who you are and you can stop reading. I said you can stop reading. You know who you are. The reason I want to talk to you about this is because I used to be just like you. Fat. Boy was I ever fat. I’m talking thigh rubbing hate the summer sweat in the winter folds of skin fat. The scary part, is that I could return to Fatville any day now. Especially since I’m in a loving relationship, happy, getting older and let’s be honest, the race is over so why not let myself go? It’s on my mind constantly. It’s easy to get to Fatville from here. It’s …