Posts Tagged ‘Letter To Self’

30
May

Dear Fat Girl, by Rissa Watkins

   Posted by: admin    in Humorous Letters, Letter To Self, Letter to Body (Body part)

Dear Fat Girl,

Step away from the buffet table for a minute, because we need to talk.

You and I have always been at odds with each other. I would join the gym, and you would eat a piece of birthday cake at an office birthday party. We had a rivalry, but we still liked each other.

You used to occasionally indulge. You never drank regular soda or ate candy bars. Lately, that has changed. You have become a glutton, and quite frankly, you disgust me.

I understand that you have suffered a big loss and feel guilty about it. I know you have been depressed. You have been stuffing food into your mouth to try to fill that ache inside. It won’t work. There aren’t enough doughnuts in the world to fill the pain.

You keep making excuses. You are too busy to cook a good meal, and hey, it is so cheap to upsize. How cheap are the hospital bills going to be when your heart explodes? You say your clothes must have shrunk in the dryer. No, honey, you are just getting fatter by the minute.

When you see people who haven’t seen you in a few years, they try to cover their shock at how big you’ve grown. They peer into your chubby little face looking for me behind all those chins.

Quite frankly, I have had enough.

You declared war on me. You tried to silence me with your brownies and cookies. You think I am gone? You’re wrong. I am here, and I am pissed.

I will not let you eat us into oblivion. I have a beautiful son to raise. I don’t want him to go to school and hear comments about his fatso mom. I don’t want to be so out of shape that I can’t run and play with him at the park. I don’t want to die from a heart attack or diabetes complications because I let you win. I want to see him grow up. I want to hold my grandchildren.

If it is a choice between you and me, I choose me. I can hear you screaming to be heard when I pass a bakery or when I make dessert for the family. You are wasting your time. I am not listening anymore.

I have made lifestyle changes. I am eating better and exercising. You know what? I went to meet friends for coffee at a doughnut shop today. The place gave us free doughnut holes. I didn’t eat one. I could hear you, faintly whispering, but I ignored you.

I stepped on the scale today. I lost 4 pounds this week. Do you know how many doughnut holes that is? Oh, wait, you probably do.

I kept all the old clothes that you couldn’t fit in anymore. I am going to get into them again. You know what else? I am going to lose so much weight that they will be too big for me soon and I will go shopping for a whole new wardrobe.

Give up the fight, fat girl; you’ve already lost. In fact, you are going to keep losing and keep losing until those same people peer into my face, looking past the cheekbones and dainty chin for you. They won’t find you though, because I am taking over. I am reclaiming my body and my life and you will only be someone in pictures of the past.

Signed,
The Skinny girl

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Rissa is a writer, mother, wife and scarred veteran of the battle of the bulge. Her weapon of choice has always been humor in all her roles. To learn more about Rissa go to her website http://www.rissawatkins.com

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25
Mar

Cut it Out, by Angel Sharum

   Posted by: admin    in Letter To Self, Letter to Body (Body part), Writers

Dear Uterus,

I was shocked when the doctor informed me we would have to part ways. I mean, sure, you had been giving me more problems than usual, but I thought you had hooked up with Mr. Thyroid and y’all were just causing mischief. I never dreamed you were growing something in there!

You sure were busy too! From one appointment to the next, you had cultivated your seed to the size of a sixteen-week-old fetus! You know, if you were that desperate to grow something again, you should have talked to me. We might have come to some accommodation. As it were, you left me no choice but to remove you.

You knew I was scared of being put to sleep for surgery, because I’d mentioned it more than once, but it didn’t stop you. Turns out, I was right to be concerned. The surgery nurse told me afterward I scared them all when the medicine they give to calm people down knocked me out.

I had warned them about my medication sensitivity, but nobody believed me. The anesthesiologist thought she knew best, but in the end had to rework her doses before they could proceed. Turns out I didn’t need much more than the, “calm you down,” medicine for the whole procedure. I know you were hoping it would stop the surgery, but no such luck. Ha! Foiled again!

I’m glad they didn’t give me much more medicine. I was loopy and cross-eyed for hours after surgery as it was. The doctor was happy though. He said everything else in there looked clean as a whistle. Seems you were the only one rebelling. Well, you and Mr. Thyroid, but I’m too tired to talk about him right now. Get it? I’m too tired to talk about my thyroid problems. Never mind, you never did have a sense of humor.

In the end, I haven’t missed you at all. I know you were a giving soul, sending me a present each month. Nevertheless, I’m not a greedy person, so I’ve been fine without them.

Sincerely,
Yours no longer

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Angel Sharum shares her opinions through non-fiction articles, and her imagination through short stories and poetry. Making a connection, causing people to think and stirring their emotions, is what Angel strives for with every reader. http://www.angelsharum.webnode.com

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3
Mar

Never Give Up, by Angel Sharum

   Posted by: admin    in Letter To Self, Writers

You’re gettin’ better, girl! The latest rejection hurt, but you shed not a tear. I’m proud of you!

I know it’s not easy writing a story, putting everything you have into it, only to have it rejected. It knocks your confidence level for a loop and bruises your ego, making you wonder if you’ll ever be good enough.

I’m here to tell you, you are good enough! Keep writing stories, share your imagination with the world, and one day, you’ll see your name on the cover of a book.

Hold on to the positives. You know people like reading your stories, because they’ve told you so. Stockpile all the times people say they can’t wait to read more of a story, or compliment you on a specific line of dialog, and draw from it to ease the pain of rejection.

Believe in yourself! Put that stubborn streak to good use and never give up on your dream!

Writing isn’t for sissies, that’s for sure. It takes thick skin, and the ability to lock your emotions behind a wall of indifference, attempting to convince yourself they aren’t rejecting you personally, that your work just wasn’t an exact fit.

I know all this is easier said than done, but I think you’re getting the hang of it. You’re looking for ways to improve, asking opinions to advance your skills, and rolling with the punches. Bet you never thought being a writer required learning to duck and swerve, huh?

I just wanted to let you to know I’m behind you. I’m that little voice in the back of your mind, whispering, “You can do it.” I will never leave. It’s up to you to keep listening!

Love,
Me

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Angel Sharum PicAuthor’s Bio: Angel Sharum shares her opinions through non-fiction articles, and her imagination through short stories and poetry. Making a connection, causing people to think and stirring their emotions, is what Angel strives for with every reader.

You can visit Angel at her author’s site: http://angelsharum.webnode.com/

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