“Omg, I’ve eaten a thousand cookies. My pants barely fit.”
The sentence flew out of my mouth before I even realized I said it.
It was one of those moments where you literally see the words hanging in the air. It was the holidays, and I was laughing with my sisters in the kitchen. I waited to see how my words would land in the crowd, worried about how they would settle. Luckily, there wasn’t any horrible reaction. Nothing except a smile and a nod and a “me too” in a small, heartbreaking kind of way. Just another innocent comment added to the growing pile of reasons why we’re not good enough the way we are. Continue reading