by
Peggy Saunders
Somehow I have managed to grow comfortable in my skin.
I'm okay with my fat, even while I hate it.
I know that you love me as your friend;
Still, you are a test and I'm afraid I will not pass.
Can I say these things to you?
Can I tell you that I love our lunches together?
Am I comfortable enough with our friendship to share my fear?
The fear that we will go someplace where I will not fit in -
But no, that's not honest.
It is the fear that we will go someplace where we must be in a
booth, and I will not fit!
That is my fear - not that I won't fit, because I know that I won't,
But that I will be humiliated!
There! That is my fear.
I have said it!
And now I can truly say that I love our lunches together.
MPS from Loyola University in New Orleans. She served her community as the case management supervisor of
mental retardation services for 15 years, and now enjoys a variety of activities including lighthouse hopping,
writing, and scrapbooking.
