I am always on the look out for positive and inspirational blogs to read. I recently found one called Life As The Fat Friend and one post completely made me a fan. It’s this post, and I kind of want to talk about it a little. One of the more difficult things I’m doing on this quest for full on awesome, is stepping away from a particularly hive-minded den of negativity. They don’t understand why, and I don’t know how to explain that I’m tired of being the standard by which they set their ridiculously low bar. I don’t know how to explain that I deserve not to surround myself with the kind of people who will ask me questions like, “How the hell did someone like you get someone like your hubby?”
Or people who, when talking about the horribly obese person at the store, think it’s acceptable to dismissively wave their hand at me and say, “Oh, I mean *way* bigger than you.”
I deserve to hold even closer the amazing real friends I have, who I love, and who love me, period, even if we don’t see each other every day, or even once a week.
I know that moving away from these folks is the right thing to do, both for me, and for my gents, but it does make me a little sad that we’re stuck at the fact that they feel the phrase “You’ve changed.” is an insult, and I think the phrase “You haven’t” is the bigger sadness.
Anyway, I know this post sounds kind of maudlin, but it’s really not. I’m marveling to myself as I learn about my own worth on this climb out of the damn pot. 🙂
Walking: 30 minutes
(And I’m probably going to change the look of the blog again. I still don’t like it. :p