I’ve always struggled with my weight – I know, it’s just the way it is… but I gotta tell ya – there is nothing worse than when I put on weight before going to visit my parents. Don’t get me wrong… my parents aren’t the problem… it’s their frickin’ Florida home that is covered in mirrors! Everywhere you turn, you see yourself. And it isn’t like you’re trying to look at yourself in the mirror either… that wouldn’t be so bad… this is much worse. When people go to look at themselves in the mirror, they have time to prepare… to be ready for the worst… to shift into a kind of self-preservation mode that allows them to overlook some of the blemishes they may see in the mirror to say “Hey, I’m not so bad”… and then walk away unscathed. But when there are mirrors covering all the walls in a house, and everywhere you turn you mistakenly catch a glimpse of your fat ass….. well, let’s just say it can get downright frightening and disturbing all at the same time. It’s like someone continually sneaking up behind you and scaring the shit out of you all day long… only it’s you! It happens so often and so quickly that you have no time to prepare for it or recover from it… Every other minute I’m like “Oh shit… that was scary”, “Awww crap, is that me?”, “Oh man… that’s not a good look”, “Really?”, “Awwwwww WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Okay… so maybe I am a little self-obsessed and have a flair for the dramatic… but I gotta tell ya - it really does suck.
Posted on: Thu, 05 Dec 2013 04:41:09 +0000
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