On being fat.

What do I get out of being fat? I must get something, otherwise I would work harder, sacrifice more.
Being fat, for me, is hard work. I do my best not to walk like a fat woman, I don’t rub my knees, at least not near my husband or parents. I smile when I want to howl and scream. And I take all the helpful, helpful, “Take care of your health!” hysterical care and stuff it deep inside. I take everyone’s kind advice, and stuff it deeper…