The Weight of It All

by N.R. Walker

I’m prone to over-exaggeration. And maybe a touch of melodrama. And it’s quite possible I can be a bit of a drama queen.

If he doesn’t love you at your worst, then he doesn’t deserve to love you at your best.”

Let me be clear about something. My contentment did not come from weight loss. It came from accepting myself, and that was something Reed had taught me to differentiate. It came from setting goals and accomplishing them, even when I thought I couldn’t. It came from being able to look in a mirror and being happy with who I saw smiling back at me. I never realised just how invisible I’d been―how invisible I’d wanted to be―when I was at my biggest. How I’d used humour as a shield to defend myself before others could throw hurtful slurs at me. I mean, I was still funny―okay, let’s face it, I’m hilarious, and we all know it―but now my jokes weren’t used as weapons.