Because if I were fat and still ate food the way I do (technique not quantity), I would get the most horrific looks. And I’d probably have the worst esteem issues. (Ok let’s be honest, maybe quantity also.)
Everyday I sit in the largest food court in America and eat my food. Generally speaking, there’s a bag of something that produces crumbs. Do you think I’m going to leave those crumbs in there? No. I proudly tilt my head back as I empty the bag into my mouth. Sometimes I look down and crumbs are scattered across my shirt. Let’s face it, if I’m thoroughly enjoying a food, I eat like a five year-old.
I don’t know how I was ever found attractive during a date. Let alone my first date with Jayson. Mexican food. Cheese. Enough said.
But here I am. A spectacle for all in my ankle boots, jeggings and puffy-shouldered top. Crumbs and all.