SASHA is moving!!!!

Those close to me already know Sasha, tonight the rest of you are just in time to say goodbye. Sasha lives in me, she's been around longer than Bey's alter ego and trust me she is not a stage turn on. She moved in part time November of 1995. A little after my daughter reached six months. My mom introduced us one day on a shopping trip for my Thanksgiving outfit. Back then it was Wiklemans and Learners and I tried on almost everything, with no luck and Mother patiently handed me one size to the next until finally she'd pacified me enough. We stood outside my favorite regular size store when she pointed next door and these were her exact words. "Baby you're fat, now you can either do something about it or you can shop over here in the big girl store." It was the holiday so I had no choice, but that began the end of going to the stores. It was easy for me, I've never liked the mall. When I needed to look decent I'd just call Mom. I stopped looking in the mirror neck down, denial allowed Sasha to move in full time. Well she isn't cute, she pays no bills, she eats me out of house and home and its time she move. I don't care if she moves to the treadmill, or stairs, maybe she'll drown in the pool, but Sasha (my fat) is no longer welcome here. Don't get me wrong big is beautiful if you wear it well, confidence in tack as long as it does not lead to a heart attack. However, at 5'3 Sasha is suffocating me and I choose to breathe. This is what I must do for ME!!!