I had spent all day working in my studio.
After yoga, I showered and got ready.
I dreaded seeing so many women all at once, but I figured it could only help prepare me for Tuesday and Wednesday.
I felt beautiful...simple, elegant and timeless without trying too hard.
I felt beautiful until she uttered three little words:
...te veo gordita...
Why should the opinion of another affect me so much? Is it because I am overweight? Is it because the truth hurts?
It has everything to do with me, and absolutely nothing to do with her. I have an issue with my weight. A rebellious side of me refuses to join the popular club of Underweight Hungry Women.
I am more than what I weigh.
I am more than my beautiful body.
I am more...three little words...I AM MORE...
