"FAT"

I just read an SP blog, "You Got Called Fat, Now What?"

I couldn't read it all. Let me take that back. I could have read it all, I chose not to. It hurts, honestly, bringing back unpleasant memories from the majority of my life.

At 5 my Dad was telling me, "You don't want to be fat. You'll be miserable your whole life." Once when my room was cluttered, he called it "dirty," he made a sign that said "Pig Pen" and put it above my bedroom door. Even at 5, I equated that less than my messy room than I did with weight.

When I was 10 he made me walk a mile a day. When I began to return quicker than he thought I should, so he went with me. Many years later, my Mom said he laughed as he told her he had a hard time keeping up.

To be honest, I have called myself "FAT" thousands of times, if not millions, more than it has been said or inferred by others. This is my struggle. I AM MY STRUGGLE. No matter what was said or wasn't, every choice to eat this and not that or walk or not is mine.

Thank you for listening/reading,
HUGS,
Darcy.