“Maybe you should charge him a nickel. You’re the one that’s having the financial issues right now. You could probably use it.”
She must have seen the stunned expression on my face through the shadows in the van.
She said she was just joking, but I didn’t see the humor. No one laughed.
It’s uncomfortable to be thinner. Not in the same way my knees hurt walking up the stairs, or lungs strain after walking a short distance.
Being thin is uncomfortable to my soul.
I’ve said that I will be happier when I’m thinner, and I am not. I’ve delayed something that
Being brave to me isn’t skydiving for my 40th birthday, or climbing a mountain. That would be less daunting than issues that rock my core, and cause night terrors. My fears are the things I don’t usually talk about, but leave me feeling exhausted and paralyzed with in action. I’m ready to change that.