FATTY TIDBITS...

TRADING STORIES
My 2 new best friends and I are on a BB group called SlimShadies! We trade our secrets, our fears, our pains and our successes as we strive down the path of weight-loss. We are all regulars at the torturers and have learned that a support group suchas we have formed is fantastic since most of our experiences at the torturers are at best, unpopular.

So we whine, and bicker and urge each other on! Today was interesting! We took on the slim people... Thos "Ogwu Azu's" that manage to stay the same weight even after they have eaten a horse! We agreed that we hate them so! We discussed a 45-year old who eats pounded yam every night when she gets back from work. She eats it served in bed. And sleeps off after that. She is a perfect size 10. Her first daughter is 23 or so and her last (of 4) is 16! We decided that she is our top "Hatee".

We discussed the Kpelenge salesladies in shops that put their best plastic customer service face and say to us, "We don't have your size here!" We hate them too! Those smart alec mgbeke white girls in the malls that direct us to Evans when we make the mistake of entering a Dorothy Perkins or River Island shop!

Somebody remembered how we are scorned at Theme parks when the seat belt won't fasten. How we have had to come down from such rides in the full view of our children, friends et al. The embarrassment when we get into a lift and people begin to count us as 2 people when there is a pple weight limit.

The discussions soon went to the different people who feel superior to us because they are slimmer than us. Telling us what to do. What we are not doing. How disappointed they are and how we should "control ourselves". We happily cursed the mouths that had demeaned us over the years and the judgments that had been passed on us.

Our joint resolve was in unison, "Never again!" We are going to crack this!