Today...
my mom stared at me and said...
"You're doing good with your body."
Hmm...awkward statement. So, I asked,
"What?"
she replied,
"I mean, you look good...your weight."
hmm...that's a first. She usually glares at me when I eat as if saying, "Shara, you don't need all that because you're going to be obese."
I mean, I love my mother with all my heart, but, she has always implied that I will always have a weight issue. It's a wonder I never had an eating disorder the way my dad made fun of me when I was little. (I LOVE him too!)
It's hard being the one kid in the family that can't eat junk food all day long and still weigh 90 pounds.
I've always been the awkward Lewis child, but, ya know, it's all good.
I love eating. I wish I loved running marathons better than I liked eating, but, that's just not ever going to happen.
So, I will forever embrace my inner fattayyy...i'll just try my best not to let it become an outward fattayyy.
Deal? Deal.
~Chubby Cookie
...alliteration. Holla.
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