Another One Bites the Dust

The big Gemba is today. With all those visitors. And once again I failed to dress appropriately. So I’m sweating my brains out in my sweatshirt and flannel.

Actually, I’m taking off my flannel right now. No one in here is going to notice or care about my big, meaty arms.

I used to have tiny arms. I used to be so little even my thighs didn’t touch each other. Can you imagine?

Sometimes, a person will lose so much weight that I’ll secretly think they were more beautiful when they were heavier. Like Mandisa from American Idol.

My friend Emma was technically overweight and I’ve always thought she was beautiful, regardless. It’s hard for me to picture her being anymore beautiful than she already is if she was really skinny.

I haven’t seen her in a long time, so I don’t know where she’s at with her weight, but I know she was actively trying to lose.

Sadly, I don’t think I’m one of those people who is more beautiful with the extra weight. Because of what my aunt said. Because of what I see in pictures of myself.

But, I don’t know, I could be wrong. My aunt could be wrong. And my mother and my uncle.

It’s just mean. Keep your damned opinions to yourselves.

I think people still find me attractive? But I don’t know for sure. I mean, I’ve gained a lot of weight, I really have. I was so small that Derek could pick me up and pretty much throw me (not to hurt me, just for wrestling).

You know what? This post is really bumming me out. I’m not going to erase it, but I am going to abandon it. Bye bye, bad post.

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