Stop! Don’t even go there. This is not a post celebrating being overweight. That is not my style. I think all people deserve opportunity and respect. I also think you should be proud of yourself, take pride in yourself at all times. Whether at a transient weight or not.

There. Disclaimer done. Moving on.

I was 10’ish when I first realised that no matter how I tried to hide it, people would know I was fat. Before than, it didn’t even occur to me that they realised. I knew. I knew some people knew. But I would get upset and angry if people mentioned it. Like they’d betrayed my trust or something.

What! You didn’t KNOW you are fat. Whoops. 

Move forward about 15 years and in some ways I still held on to that a bit. I was convinced that no one knew. Like it was some sort of secret. Though, by this stage I was quite comfortable in my skin. Made peace in a lot of ways with the fact that I would always be big {I am almost 6ft. There’s no denying, I’m a big girl}. 

Then Sammy happened. Ha. Talk about breaking down the last walls of denial. One of the first occasions I met him, he mentioned that I was fat. Matter of factly. No judgement. Just was. He said I already was Italian. I loved him instantly. It was freeing. In a lot of ways Sam and the program we were coaching on together removed the last of the boundaries for me. I’d finally got it. I am fat. Now what?

And for a while after that it was meh, so what. 2011 is the year I started moving towards health and well being. Adding this, subtracting that. Someone once told me that to know where you are going you have to know where you are. And now I know, I have access to a whole range of options. Stay the same, don’t. Do more, do less. Do anything really.

Tell me, what the one thing about yourself you thought you could hide but everyone else knew? And now that you know, now what?   

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