Why do I hate being fat?

I hate the fact that I have to live the way I do...

Things that come second nature to other folks is always such a big freakin' production if you're big...

I can't cross my legs...

I hate my legs in shorts...

I'm usually the biggest one in the room regardless of where I go...

I hate elastic...

Conversations about weight always make me feel selfconscious...

I pay more for my clothes than a slim person...
And incidentally, where exactly is it written that clothes for big girls must have at least one flower, animal, sequin, or buggle bead, or be other wise "bedazzled" in some way???

What else is there to say? Being fat is a drag.

~thanks for listening~


oh, by the way...is it just me, or is DWRolfe a cutie ?