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Found this on another website (no credit was given, sorry.)Thought it was cute.
Dear Fat,
You and I have had a love-hate relationship for a long time and now it's time to make some big changes. While I have hated you and what you have done to my body, I know I have made a welcome home for you, and embraced you. I invited you to to cover my frame, hide my femininity, protect me from unwanted attention, and you did your job very well. In fact, you were something of a friend, always there when I needed to fade from attention or find a reason for not exercising all of my potential. You were the visible sign of what I rationalized to be an acceptable addiction, and helped me to smugly assert, that at least I'm not addicted to alcohol, smoking or drugs.
You have been a willing friend, but not a true friend. Because while my body has been fat, I am realizing that fat is not what defines me. While I've believed for years that fat is my true identity (after all, others describe me as Fat, not as "myself, who is fat", that identity is changing rapidly. There's a deeper and truer friend inside me who is now addressing you, Fat.
Fat, you're no longer in control. My deeper, truer friend, has taken an amazing step to put you in your place and your role is diminishing even as I speak. My deeper, truer friend, myself, is putting you out for good.
When I see you hanging on someone else's body, I will not judge them. I will understand that they haven't met their truer, deeper friend yet. I will understand that you are filling a role for the time being and will pray that their eyes will be opened as mine have been, and that they will summon all their courage and effort to finally and completely put their relationship with you in the past.
Dear Fat,
You and I have had a love-hate relationship for a long time and now it's time to make some big changes. While I have hated you and what you have done to my body, I know I have made a welcome home for you, and embraced you. I invited you to to cover my frame, hide my femininity, protect me from unwanted attention, and you did your job very well. In fact, you were something of a friend, always there when I needed to fade from attention or find a reason for not exercising all of my potential. You were the visible sign of what I rationalized to be an acceptable addiction, and helped me to smugly assert, that at least I'm not addicted to alcohol, smoking or drugs.
You have been a willing friend, but not a true friend. Because while my body has been fat, I am realizing that fat is not what defines me. While I've believed for years that fat is my true identity (after all, others describe me as Fat, not as "myself, who is fat", that identity is changing rapidly. There's a deeper and truer friend inside me who is now addressing you, Fat.
Fat, you're no longer in control. My deeper, truer friend, has taken an amazing step to put you in your place and your role is diminishing even as I speak. My deeper, truer friend, myself, is putting you out for good.
When I see you hanging on someone else's body, I will not judge them. I will understand that they haven't met their truer, deeper friend yet. I will understand that you are filling a role for the time being and will pray that their eyes will be opened as mine have been, and that they will summon all their courage and effort to finally and completely put their relationship with you in the past.
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