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Saturday, October 11, 2008

I'm Reading a New Book ...

... and it's freaking hilarious! I picked this book up at Target quite a while ago. When I first looked at, I read the back cover to Nicole and she asked me if I had written a book ... it's totally me. And no, I didn't write a book. There's just another me out there. Scary, n'est-ce-pas?

Anyway, it's titled Such a Pretty Fat: One Narcissist's Quest to Discover If Her Life Makes Her Ass Look Big or Why Pie Is Not the Answer. What a title, hunh? It's about a woman, Jen, who decides she must loose weight. Up til now she's been fairly content with her life ... but things conspire to make her question her life. I just read two paragraphs that I absolutely HAD to share ...

So the scene is Jen and her friend Stacey, also "overweight", are talking about people talking to them about their 'fatness' ....

"Nice one!" We exchange a quick high five. "The best part is how people say it like maybe you didn't notice you had great cheekbones and a huge ass. Or flawless skin and a handful of back fat. I wonder if people think weight is like a piece of spinach caught in our teeth and we wouldn't have known about if they hadn't been kind enough to inform us."
"Nothing would surprise me." Stacey gets serious for a minute. "Listen, I take total responsibility for my weight. I love food. I love movement a whole lot less. I'm well aware of who I am and what I look like, and I'm happy with the whole package. I have a great life, and I'm thankful for it. I work out with a trainer, but mostly because of how it makes me feel. Yet I admit it can be like a knife to the chest when strangers define me based on digits on a scale."

So .... I am totally loving this book. It's quite timely for me. Struggling with weight on the one hand, but liking my life the way it is on the other. It's a clusterfuck for me.

This book makes me feel better ... specially after a day of skinny bitches. You know, those women who think they're so fabu because they eat lettuce and laxatives, the ones who have hips bones that stick out so far they can practically castrate a man if they make the wrong move while having sex. Anyway ... being made to walk around these women who are loitering in the way, being cut off by them in their little, skinny-assed cars, being forced to wait behind them because they leave their grocery carts in the middle of the crowded aisle ... it all pissed me off ... damn swizzle sticks.

Ok, that's it for my rant for right now.