So long fatty
Before I had children I was a serious gym bunny. I owned Lycra. I actually looked kinda good in Lycra. I didn’t need to wear a massively baggy T-shirt over the top of everything to find the courage to work out in the gym among the heavily made up women and the shiny, muscle-bound men. [...]
There is no tomorrow
I’m killing myself. Before you call the authorities, this isn’t a letter which will be found next to my cookie surrounded body in a few days. Instead, this is a confession of a murder I’ve been committing for the better part of two decades. That’s how long I’ve been overeating, how long I’ve been fat, [...]
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