It hit me this weekend. Hard. Painfully hard.
I’m fat.
I think that’s part of why I stay at home so much. Fewer mirrors and reflective surfaces. Fewer eyes to see the truth in. Fewer experiences, period. It’s easier to live in denial if you’re not doing much living, I guess. Also, if I don’t leave the house much, I don’t have to face up to just how few articles of clothing I own which[...]
