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I'm sitting in the parking lot, staring at the Weight Watchers place, trying not to have an anxiety attack. It's dumb since everyone is there for the same reason.
But I'm more scared this may be it. This may be the end, the beginning, the fulfillment of everything I've known to be true... That I am not meant to be fat. That I'm just suffocating the beautiful woman within.
And I'm terrified. But I'm here. I will get out of this car. I will cross the lot. I will walk in those doors. I will stay. I will listen, even if I do not speak. But I will cross that threshhold and scream within my mind and heart, "Fuck the bitch I was. Embrace this goddess I am." Then I will leave and cry, but hey... That is pretty fucking ok.
But I'm more scared this may be it. This may be the end, the beginning, the fulfillment of everything I've known to be true... That I am not meant to be fat. That I'm just suffocating the beautiful woman within.
And I'm terrified. But I'm here. I will get out of this car. I will cross the lot. I will walk in those doors. I will stay. I will listen, even if I do not speak. But I will cross that threshhold and scream within my mind and heart, "Fuck the bitch I was. Embrace this goddess I am." Then I will leave and cry, but hey... That is pretty fucking ok.