2 January 2009 – fat, desperate and afraid



As the car pulled up outside our house tonight I had tears in my eyes. I tried to brush them away in a, gosh my glasses are so dirty, diversion tactic before Commando saw them and asked what was wrong. I didn’t want to get into that conversation because, frankly, I wasn’t all that sure what was wrong myself. All I knew was I had a horrible feeling of things passing me by. I was thinking about my birthday, just a few months away, and the fact that I am about to enter the last year of my forties. It feels like my youth is over, all those endless possibilities stretching before me now seem to be behind me. Continue reading

The story of Fat Girl – wishing will not make you thin


Once upon a time, many years ago, on a little island in the Northern Hemisphere of Planet Earth there lived a fat girl called Marie, but everyone who knew her just called her Fat Girl. She lived in a city on the southern most point of the island and she was very unhappy because she didn’t want to be a fat girl. She tried lots of different magic potions to make her slim but the Demon Chocolate had cast a spell so none of them worked and instead she got got fatter and fatter until she thought she would burst. Continue reading