crimsonlocs
Wow, I don’t even know where to start. I guess I have finally come to accept the fact that I am overweight, fat, big, morbidly obese (such an ugly term but it’s true). For so long I looked at myself as this strong black woman and ignored the beauty that was buried beneath all of this flesh. I started accepting my weight as my destiny and even ignored the pains that I began experiencing in my knees and back and chalked it up to old age (at 28). I put on a façade and pretended to be this happy, confident person while all along I was wishing I could look on the outside, the way I felt on the inside.
I realize now that I need to make changes to my weight if I want to be around for my children (and their children, and their children). I also know that I want to enjoy looking at the person in the mirror again, the whole person and not just from the neck up.
So my journey begins….
