This was shared with me on facebook and I broke down in tears while reading it. I traced back the original blog post and will link to it instead of reposting the entire post (as so many have.)
The image is also from the original post. This is powerful stuff. Grab a kleenex.
Hey, Fat Girl.
Yes, you. The one feigning to not see me when we cross paths on the running track. The one not even wearing sports gear, breathing heavy. You’re slow, you breathe hard and your efforts at moving forward make you cringe.
You cling shyly to the furthest corridor, sometimes making larger loops on the gravel ring by the track just so you’re not on it. You sweat so much that your hair is all wet. You rarely stay for more than 20 minutes at a time, and you look exhausted when you leave to go back home. You never talk to anyone. I’ve got something I’d like to say to you. Click here to read the rest of the post…