Beyond Before & After

It feels like a community that I don’t fit in now.

The fifth birthday is a big deal. Five is kindergarten. It is reading and writing and riding your bike without training wheels. Five is the first milestone after the first birthday.

As soon as we change the subject from thin to fat, we change the conversation from concern to hostility.

It’s like I had a baby, only I actually just gave birth to a new me.

I am tired of taking medication. I am tired of relying on the manufactured versions of the chemicals and hormones my body could — should? — make for itself.

One day I was “healthy” and the next day I was sick — slowly and then all at once.

You didn't fail the diet; the diet failed you.

Here’s the dilemma I find myself facing pretty much every time I think about fat/weight/diabetes/bullshit sold to us by the media/mostly Weight Watchers: What is true?