My Legs Are So Tired

From climbing up and down off of my high horse, of course. Ryan reminded me yesterday that I'd made some vow to post weekly ("It's Bravermundo! Tuesday," he said) and I promptly forgot about it.

But then, this morning, eating my yogurt and granola with Harry at my feet, I got the itch. I was reading the fat nonfiction anthology, Scoot Over, Skinny, and I read recovering anorexic Lori Gottlieb's piece about her torrid relationship with a fat man, a man by whom she's so embarrassed she can't bring herself to introduce him to her friends, and I just had this moment of "Ugh!" What happened to beauty only being skin deep?