Stuck In The Middle With Me
The struggle is real. I swear, if I make a joke about my size, I’m body shaming myself. If I don’t lose weight, I’m not healthy and I apparently don’t care about myself. Can somebody give me a flipping break? I look at it this way, if I’m fine at using laughter because it’s cool with me, what the heck is your problem? As long as I can bend over and not pass out, why do some have a problem with my side-to-side visage? I am not wider than my height, I am not on a reality show about my however many pound life, and I’m not the biggest loser. Believe me when I say we are all our own worst critics and I don’t need anyone else adding to my own criticism, or criticising me about my criticisms. I made a comment after a photo was taken, laughingly asking if the shot got all my chins in, and what happened next was an unexpected moment in purgatory. I was backed into a wall and told that I wasn’t funny, I needed to stop being so down on myself, that it was a shame that I thought of myse...