A love letter from your fat friend.
Your Fat Friend

That’s good stuff. It’s not my personal issue but I’ve got my share, we all do. But who gives anyone the right to lecture someone else. We are complicated! How insulting to imply someone else is that simple to “fix”? When there isn’t anything to fix. When we are who we are, and that’s OK. I’m guilty of judging, and now I feel shame over that, and that’s me getting smarter, thanks.

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