I’ve been conditioned—as we’ve all been conditioned—to believe that being fat is wrong. It’s a deficit, a handicap, a lesser state of being, if that makes sense. Fat is sub-optimal. And we are told, time and time again, that it’s a choice to be fat, that being fat is something we control. So I guess I just want to be a good enough person to have it under control. Because I haven’t yet convinced myself it isn’t wrong. Or at least wrong for me. Maybe someday I’ll get there, but today is not that day.
