I’m fat. I knew that for a fact, but now that the beard is gone, the double (triple?) chin can hide no more. Does it make me less of a person? Not at all. But I wish I were slimmer.
Luckily, there are no health problems related to being overweight besides the strain on my mental health. Furthermore, many medications I take daily include weight gain in their extensive side effects list, so I don’t feel guilty about the number on the scale.
The question is, will I ever accept my body in its current estate? I accept others; why can’t I accept mine?