Done being the fat friend!!!

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Our county is having a weight loss competition starting Saturday. To say I'm a little afraid is an understatement. I haven't been to a gym in years and I'm actually afraid to go. I know I need to do this and I am going to do this I'm just... scared. I know that probably sounds silly, but to those of you who have been in this position before you understand that fear all too well.

I was in my bedroom the other night, getting ready to take a shower, and I looked at myself in the mirror and wanted to curl up and die. I mean I know I'm fat (let's not sugarcoat it, ladies), but I didn't think it had gotten that bad. I just stared at myself before realizing that yes.. that fat girl in the mirror was me.

It's time to change. I want to do this. I HAVE to do this.

I don't want to be the "fat friend" who makes everyone else feel better about themselves.

I don't want to be the "fat friend" who makes everyone laugh because she's uncomfortable with herself.

I don't want to be the "fat friend" taken along on shopping trips to ooh and ahh over your skinny clothes you can fit into.

I don't want to be the "fat friend" you only ask to go out to bars with you to keep the ugly guys at bay.

I don't want to be the "fat friend" anymore!

I'm done! You hear me?! I AM DONE BEING YOUR FAT FRIEND!!!!!!!

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