One of my son's came home from school today upset because he had a "friend" who got mad at him and started saying ugly things. When that wasn't getting the response he wanted he told my son that I was "fat".
I didn't know what to say to my son. It hurts me that I am overweight and it make it worse to know I am hurting and embarrassing my kids as well.
I know we each see something we don't like when we look in the mirror. Sometime you can do something to change those things and sometimes you can't. So what about when you have tried time and time again to fix the thing that you are supposed to be able to do something about and you have reached a point where you are so discouraged that you can't even seem to find the strength to try any more?
This is one of those moments when I just want to cry, but I wont. I will fight the urge. I will feel that pain in my throat that happens when you are fighting back the tears. I will remind myself that I am more than a number on a scale... nope, didn't work. Got to find some tissue.