Friday, July 01, 2011
It's not quite so fresh as it used to be. But I'm almost thirty now and these memories still haunt me. I think I have to let them out.
Last week I was telling my housemate about a time when someone was unkind to me about my weight during childhood and I cried. I cried hard. I realized that it was the first time I'd ever told that story before. Shame and embarrassment about eating and my body have been with me since grade school. I'm not sure I can ever really shake them unless I let it out.
I am terrified.