
Leave it to Beaver
Tuesday, December 1, 2009 Ironically, that’s how I describe modern day Thanksgiving. For a brief moment I was under the impression that Thanksgiving…aka “Fatty Freedom
Sister in Fat.
The Inner Fatty lives in all of us—
regardless of size.
She says Taco Bell is fine.
With a Diet Coke.
While watching My 600-lb Life.
She invented New Me Monday
and Fat Girl Friday.
She loves a scale. Hates a carb. Runs the show.
She never dies —
so we call her out here.
Laugh at her.
Loosen her grip.
You are more than a number.
You are more than enough.
Unedited. Unfiltered. Not PC.
Grab a Twinkie.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009 Ironically, that’s how I describe modern day Thanksgiving. For a brief moment I was under the impression that Thanksgiving…aka “Fatty Freedom

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