Me, my fat and I

I've made peace with my fat I think. Sometimes, when I'm trying to wear my skinny jeans, I get mad and yell at my fat. But I make up for my rudeness by feeding it some chocolate.

I must admit that my fat and I have become friends. After all we've been together for so long, even through the times when I have actively tried and failed to lose the fat. (Not something one would try to do to a dear friend but that is our history). Over the years however, I have grown a fondness, even a sort of love towards my little fatbucket. I am pretty sure if my fat was on Facebook, we would be friending each other and even poking each other occasionally.

Sometimes  I wonder how it would be to lose it all. Lose my friend completely to become a lean, mean, low fat machine. The truth is if I ever get around to losing my fat, a part of me will be gone.