So the CEO of Abercrombie and Fitch came out and said he doesn’t like fat people. What he did spurred me on to do something rash.
I’m coming out.
See that picture? Yes, it’s full-size. That’s me in front of a full-length mirror. Yes, those are in my house. I don’t avoid them. I played sports all year round when I was younger. Got a bad knee and lower back to prove it. I busted my neck. No idea how, so now I can’t put any weight on my left side and can’t lift anything heavy. I work out five days a week, modified for my neck, of course. I have a husband whom I adore and he adores me and yes, that means exactly what your dirty mind thinks it means. I have a gorgeous daughter who also thinks the CEO is stupid and will never set foot in the store and she’s twelve. And her comment was – if a twelve year old thinks it’s a bad idea then it probably is. Now I understand not being healthy and I’m not advocating not being healthy. You should eat less meat, more greens and fruit and beans and stuff. I do. You should exercise every day. I do, well almost every day.
The most important thing is:
I’m happy!
I know I’m not cool or chic or thin or pretty (except to my husband) or anything like that, but, I’m happy. If you’re waiting around for something to be perfect you won’t be happy and being happy makes everything perfect. So the catch-22 there?
