Friends, enemies, and wows.

Yesterday, I got into my car and slid over in the seat. Now, when I was obese and I slid over, I really didn’t go anywhere. IN fact, when I slid, I was just pushing my fat over so I could shut the door. So, when I slid over, I also noticed that my hips came up off of the seat. When did I begin doing that? So, I did it again and again so that I could feel how easy I could lift my rump up and move it over. Now the man who was sitting in his car smoking looked at me like I was crazy and I smiled thinking who the fxxk cares what that strange man thinks, I can lift my but up with my legs. This started me to thinking about all those things that I used to wish I could do and couldn’t and those things that I do now that I take for granted, and I realized that there are so many that I would never be able to list them. My favorite is that I can reach my back and scratch and scratch. I can also clip my own toenails and tie my own shoes and rub all of my body with lotion and wear snap and zipper jeans and buy clothes in a regular department and sit in booth and use the public bathrooms, and on and on.  So, no matter what goes on between the women and men of this board and no matter how pissed off I get at some of the racial and misogynistic comments from some of the members, and how mean some of the other members are to me and to my friend, I still relish in the fact that as a group of former fat folks, we still share this happiness when we see where we have come and where we have been and even when I am mad at the folks here, I still enjoy seeing their triumphs. 

Isn't it great!!!  Appreciate what you can
and leave the rest.  CV Linda

I don't go one day without appreciating what I can do now and how I feel.  It is great.

 Dear Lightswitch-Jeannie, I still remember when you wrote the story about going to party's / gatherings  and being worried about the place you would sit, so if you want to slip and slide
across any given service, you dear lady go right ahead, you have paid your dues and fought the good fight. 

Oh and the time my son and I ate out and there were only booths and the booth tipped when he got up and left me sitting and the men in the table next to us laughed and my son got in their face.  Oh, do I remember. 

I just love your style of writing. It's very natural- full of your personality, which I find so fun and refreshing. Your story reminded me of one of my small wow moments. I was at a very crowded seminar at lunch tables that were pushed very close together. I got up to throw my plate away and to get to the trash can I had to squeeze between two women sitting in chairs. I held my breath and started through- then realized that I fit easily in the space... so I did it again, and again, with such a smile on my face! Those women thought I was crazy until my friend told them why that made me so happy. That little triumph made my day! I agree with you about our tirades on here...no matter how heated the arguments are at times we share something that others don't really understand. And I would rather see everyone's true personality, warts and all, than to have everyone afraid to say anything for fear of repercussions.
Julia

Julia,

Thanks so much for the compliments.  I know the times that I have moved between chairs of people and groups and thought I'd not make it and then find myself glidding through without even turning sideways, wow, great feelings.  I'm glad you are enjoying yourself as much as I.