I spent the entire weekend feeling fat.
When I came home on Friday night from a little get together with other local bloggers there were clothes in every direction. On my floor. On my bed. In my closet. Why you ask?
I felt fat. And it continued into the whole entire weekend.
I cried on the way to the blogger event wanting to turn around the entire time because I just felt fat, gross and ugly. But, there were many wonderful ladies I wanted to see, support and connect with so I carried on. The entire night I felt uncomfortable, not confident and many times I wanted to keep running out the door and to my car and home to bed.
I never know how to handle these moments. Do I let myself cry? Do I tell myself to get over it and move on? It doesn’t help that all my friends are incredibly gorgeous fit and wonderful.
I don’t even want to post this now because it seems so stupid to be upset over something like this, but it is real. And beyond it being real, it happens to women all the time. So here you have it.
My entire weekend could be summarized into to one word: