I have been taking an honest look at why I want to lose weight. I was made to feel like I was not good enough as a fat woman; I fell below the mark. My ex-husband referred to me as a “big fat cow sitting on the couch eating chocolate” to his co-workers and wouldn’t touch me sexually or affectionately for months at a time (it’s a miracle I have two beautiful children).  My parents took me to a “fat” doctor when I was nine because they were concerned about my weight even then.
“Fat” in this world is just plain wrong.  Therefore, as a fat person, I am less than perfect. And so I want to lose weight to become perfect. Continue reading “The Religion of Perfection”