The holidays are always a season of mixed feelings for me when it comes to eating. On the one hand, I really like indulging in the good food that is being served, but because I am overweight, I never allow myself to truly enjoy the food — especially when I’m not around my family — because I’m too worried about what others might think.
The table looks gorgeous. The napkins have been carefully selected to make sure they match the Christmas tree — beautifully decorated, of course — and so we can wipe our hands in style after having devoured all the delicious foods. After all, it’s almost 2014; a new year in which we resolve to really get in shape, so it seems we’d better savour it while we can.
When I look in the mirror, I do not see the girl other people see. Of course, I do see the big bush of blonde curls, of which I’m actually proud, and my blue, almond-shaped eyes that I think are pretty. But these days I catch sight of something new. Something that I quite like.
She had a suitcase with her and put it in the luggage rack above my head, then sat down next to me. She looked normal: she had sleek hair, wore a winter coat, checked out her iPod Touch like any other human being would. She was a bit pale, but hey, I look like a ghost myself during the winter, so who am I to judge her for that? But the thing I couldn’t ignore, was the feeding tube in her nose. It was an earmark of the disease we cannot see.
Women have tried everything. Cutting out carbs, cutting out fat — heck, even cutting out calories entirely. Yet to their despair, nothing works. Nothing, except posting pictures of yourself on a public Facebook page — yes, in your underwear, and yes, including fat, wobbly tummies and whatnot. This is the new diet. This is why I think you shouldn’t try it.