Fat Girl Thin

Hmm...that sounds like it out to be a band name.  Or a book title.

Today Lily and I went with my younger brother and his adorable family to a kiddie music festival sort of thingy.  It's hard to explain.  It's called Jiggle Jam, and it has kid-centered musicians, as well as local artists, community groups and programs with different tents full of activities for kids to enjoy.  Lily and her cousin, Abby, had a great time.

The very fist tent we went into had a little area for kids to play instruments, and a table full of dress up clothes.  After the kids dressed up, there was a photo booth to take some pics in.  Lily got dressed to the 9's (where did THAT saying come from, anyway?) and we headed in to take some pictures.

They're cute pictures.  If I had the energy, I'd go get them, scan them in, and then paste them onto this blog entry.  But, I don't have that kind of energy.  I'm exhausted.

But, as with all pictures that I see of myself, I can't help but be astounded by how big I am.

I've heard some people say that after they have lost a lot of weight, they have a hard time seeing themselves as thin.  They still think of themselves as fat.

I'm the opposite.  Other than when I physically can't do something because of my size, I usually feel like I'm a thin person, and I'm surprised when I look in the mirror and I see a fat girl looking back at me.

I'm limber, have great balance, and some killer dance moves (thanks to Napoleon Dynamite).  I don't feel like a fat girl.

Usually.

Sometimes, it creeps in though.

When I go to the gym and see other people running on the treadmill and I think I wish I could do that.  Or when I see an ad on TV for a cute, strappy dress and I think I wish I could wear that and look good.  Or when I go to buy shoes and say to myself I wish I didn't have to buy wide width shoes.

I hope there comes a time soon when my outside matches my perception of me on the inside.
Cause I'm a thin girl ready to be set free.