I just finished work. Yes, I know it’s past midnight so I’m obviously very tired but of course I don’t quite feel like sleeping just yet. Usually in a time like this I would go and bug Gary but he’s getting his second Universal Monster tattoo done tonight by Bob and he won’t be home until past 3:00 in the morning.
Normally they would have done it on a weekend like normal people but Gary is going to a convention in Baltimore this weekend which left me free to have a Williams Women weekend with my sisters and mother. Hell even my dog is a Williams Woman. I feel kind of sorry for my mother’s boyfriend who happens to be staying at the trailer we are taking over. It should be a good time. My sister is picking me up on Friday night and we’ll be driving up north after work where we will spend the weekend having pillow fights, bum wars, lots of exasperated name calling. Just like when we were kids. The only difference is that we will likely be very drunk.
Oh and I even bought a bathing suit for the occasion. That was an absolutely horrific experience to try and find a bathing suit, for an overweight gal like myself, at the end of the season. I still had to pay $40 for a bathing suit that has a seem undone after a 60% discount for the damaged 1/2 price merchandise. I swear fat girls get fucked when it comes to buying bathing suits. At least this one didn’t horrify me and I am not going to wear it with a t-shirt over it because that just screams “HEY LOOK AT ME I’M FAT AND TOO ASHAMED TO TAKE OFF THIS CLINGING UGLY T-SHIRT”. I have more self-confidence then that, but not quite enough to wear a bikini (oh god that makes me want to puke just thinking about it). I should probably buy some thread for the bathing suit I need to sew tomorrow night and when I’m done it’s going to look so damn adorable and not old ladyish. Just because I’m fat does not mean I want to dress like an ugly grandmother.
And don’t worry about posting comments about how I’m not fat, because I am certainly not in my target body range, and my BMI index tells me I’m technically close to obese or something like that. But you know what…that’s OK. I can honestly say that right now, I’m OK with my weight and my body. That may change in the next hour but in this moment I’m damn proud of myself. I’m eating better then I ever have been, I’m getting exercise, and most of all I’m loved and accepted regardless of how my weight may fluctuate and that ladies and gentlemen is what is important to me.
Wow that felt good to get off of my chest. So now I’m going to go to bed.
