I’ve always told my daughter, my beautiful, athletic, terrific person of a daughter that I accepted my fatness. I thought that by admitting it to her, she’d see what was lacking in me and make sure she didn’t make the same mistakes. Then one day, when this gorgeous attractive teenager told me she thought she was fat and ugly, I had another one of those brain spirals like I did in 8th grade. This has to be another nightmare.
Category: Childhood Obesity
Oh What a Weekend!
Happy Monday Everyone -I know I’ve been off blog for a while. I have been spending the last few weeks getting my manuscript ready for publishing and it’s getting closer. I’m very excited to start the fun an detailed work of making this book real. I also have been thinking about my next book. I spend …