I am really glad that summer is almost over. I am, not gonna lie, I have never liked this season. Being fat during summer is not a good combination. It gets hot, your thighs sweat; actually everything sweats, and when you can't wear the proper attire because you look like a beached whale, what is there left to enjoy? The only good things are slurpees and ice cream and that only feels good for the entire minute it takes to consume them.
Every fat person secretly hates the summer ... it's true. Some just won't admit it because then people will think that it's because they are fat and they don't want people thinking that. Every April I tell myself "Ok, this summer I am going to finally be skinny and wear a bathing suit" something I have not done since I was 11 when I had not yet discovered self-consciousness. So far, that summer has not come yet - boo hoo. I am not going to feel sorry for myself, it takes a lot more that slurpees and ice cream to be fat and I have done a lot to get to where I am.
So ... as this heat wave that we are experiencing wraps up and soon summer will turn into fall, I know in my heart that next summer, I will wear a bathing suit. Maybe I will be ambitious enough to wear a bikini!
~ Skinny #1