Unzipping the Fat Suit

So, a couple of mornings ago I had one of those strange, just before waking dreams. I can’t remember anything about it except that in the dream I reached up near my face and proceeded to unzip all the way down (like a baby’s footed sleeper) and stepped out of what seemed to be a “fat suit” — yup, out stepped a smaller, less padded me. A me that could move more easily. A me that could run without wheezing. Not a scrawny, skinny kind of me, but a slimmer, unpadded, healthy me.

So many ways to go with this: is it just a physical need? or is it that and a need to step out of emotional padding? To step out of my protective shell and walk free.

I’ll be chewing on this for a while. And in the meantime, when I look at brownies and ice cream and hot fudge, I’ll just remind myself that eating that is not helping me to unzip the fat suit.

 

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