Happy Sunday!
I wanted to quickly share this because I loved it. It’s from a blog called FlintLand, and is titled “Hey, Fat Girl.”
Hey, Fat Girl.
Yes, you. The one feigning to not see me when we cross paths on the running track. The one not even wearing sports gear, breathing heavy. You’re slow, you breathe hard and your efforts at moving forward make you cringe.
You cling shyly to the furthest corridor, sometimes making larger loops on the gravel ring by the track just so you’re not on it. You sweat so much that your hair is all wet. You rarely stay for more than 20 minutes at a time, and you look exhausted when you leave to go back home. You never talk to anyone. I’ve got something I’d like to say to you. (read the entire post)
This is the comment I left on his blog, which summarizes my feelings about it:
Thank you so much for this post. I am a weight loss blogger who started at 455 pounds and despite having lost 113 already, still hang my head in self-imposed-shame whenever I try a new physical activity. I did my first half-marathon at 350 pounds and finished with no spectators except the race organizers and my amazing friends who wogged (walk/jogged) the race with me. I’ve popped a stability ball in the gym, and fallen off treadmills. I will say that for every silent snicker or snide look from onlookers, there have been twice as many people who have been cheerleaders and who have pushed me onward. Pull strength from those who lift you up, not those who keep you down.
Hi there! I’m Emily, aka Skinny Emmie, a thirty-two year old weight loss blogger, fashion lover, social media marketer, and writer. I’m on the journey from 455 pounds to healthy. 
