Don’t be pissed off. You are right, the majority of people gain weight. It’s what Christmas is about: enjoying it with your family and worrying about the weight on the first Monday in January. I have no shame, I think it’s the second or third Monday and I keep convincing myself to start on the 1st of February.
I would never fat shame because I don’t give a shit how someone looks, how much they weigh, the colour of their hair/skin, their sexuality, or their religious beliefs because I believe that everybody is the same regardless and this world is hard enough without people like Truff who are racist, homophobic, fat shaming, vile bullies. We would all be fucking boring living in a boring world if we were all the same.
You are honest with yourself and the people around you. You own it, like we all do, and don’t get rid of the 2/3/4 stone before going out. We all own it and have insecurities, but it’s how we deal with them that matters. Life is too short to worry about overeating a little at Christmas. We should love each day as if it’s our last.
I spent Christmas week burying my brother. He was 53 and died a long, horrible, slow death from lung cancer. I am devastated. We were really close. There is one thing that I can’t come to terms with: he’s never smoked a cigarette in his life. So yeah, what I am trying to say is that life is too short, nobody knows what’s around the corner and as shit as a Christmas we had and the run up to it, we as a family spent it together, as last year, like a lot of people, we couldn’t. We ate, cried, danced, reminisced, sang, drank, and didn’t give zero fucks. But I know I’ve put weight on, do I care, no. Does my partner care, no? Do my kids care, no.
Life is for living, as it is so cruel at times
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