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In My Next Life, I Want to Be Thin & Pretty
Yes. I’m that shallow….
If I’d posted this on Facebook, I can imagine the responses. “You’re already beautiful.” would be among the positives. I’ve seen these nice remarks on other issues…nice, but, with all due respect, what the H do you know?
I know my life might have been easier \/better/nice if I’d been thin and pretty. Why do I think that? Well, I’ve seen lots of thin, pretty girls getting almost anything they want. I know that it’s not always the case, but that was my view from the wallflower, fat girl sidelines — in my life, it became my truth.
Let us count the ways in my life:
Fat girl doesn’t get to go to college but takes an education and then s job she never really wanted. Thin girl goes to college. Fat girl’s wedding is small and parents don’t even show up and she gets an electric skillet from them as a wedding gift; thin girl has large wedding with several attendants and reception.
Fat girl goes on to her profession and hears. “She’s a big girl. she can handle more work…” And so I give myself a nickname, “Pack mule.” And that continues through Fat girl’s first marriage to a gay man who says, “I married you because I thought no one else would.” I’m the major breadwinner in the family and get very little respect from him. I also do all the housework along…
