Fat Girls and Lawn Chairs
Chapter One
queen of the gym
It happened again this morning. I was sitting there half-naked on a bench when a
fellow exerciser leaned over and said, "I just wanted to tell you-I admire you
for coming here every day. You give me inspiration to keep coming myself."
"Here" is the gym. I have become an inspirational goddess. In a gym.
I grinned at the very image of it, myself: here is this woman who probably
imagines herself to be overweight-or perhaps she is overweight, she is just not
in my weight division-sitting on the edge of her bed in the morning, thinking to
herself, "There is that woman at the gym who is twenty years older than I am and
has three extra people tucked under her skin, and she manages to drag herself to
the gym every day ..."
It is not my goal here to be unkind to myself or to others. Perhaps I am an
inspiration to her because I am easily three times her size and I take my
clothes off in front of other women. Being fat and naked in front of other women
is an act of courage. Perhaps my admirer did not realize that it was exactly
when she spoke to me that I was artfully arranging my ... read full excerpt from: Fat Girls and Lawn Chairs ebook
