Why a Bikini?
The other day I was at Target buying cat food, not for me- for my cat, Sweet Pea, when I overheard these young, thin, girls who were following behind me: Girl #1: OMG, Becky! Look at her butt! It is so big! (These are Sir Mix-a-lot's words, not hers, but it represents the gist of her pronouncement.) Girl #2: I know! Look at it! It jiggles as she walks! Girl #1: I think I'm going to be sick... Me: (Ducks into the cat food aisle and contemplates the cat food selections while I fight off tears.) Yes, I am fat. I have been fat for the bulk of my adult life. For the longest time it bothered me. I was ashamed to show my body. I hid it from family, friends, doctors. I felt I had failed at something. When I went out with friends, I'd order a modest meal and then watch as friends a third my size, or smaller, would eat two to three times what I would and then eat a full dessert on top of it. The thing is, they'd eat like that very often and they'd still remain skin...