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[mousme]

Warning: Am in major self-hatred mode right now.

Culmination of the day's events plus generally feeling kinda crappy (my throat is sore, and I hope to God I'm not getting the Flu o' Death that's felled half of Customer Service so far).

So let's see: am feeling like a fat loser freak right about now. Read firewillow's post about the Tai Chi classes she's going to take and which I was contemplating as well, and now I'm being all wishy-washy about it in spite of having always wanted to learn Tai Chi (ever since I heard of its existence). See, I've always sucked massively at any kind of physical activity (except swimming when I was younger). It wasn't so bad when I was a kid and skinny, but with the onset of puberty and the lack of regular physical exercise combined with the use of food to deal with stress, I got very fat very fast. Those of you who know me IRL can attest to this.

So being fat made me more self-conscious about sports, and made me avoid them, and I gained more weight... you know how it goes. Of course, being mocked about being a fat cow at school didn't help matters. I won't rant about how these were the same people who begged me to help them with their homework after class... that's for another time.

So now I do almost no physical stuff at all, and am generally okay with myself until I have to attend an elegant social function or summer comes along and everyone but me can wear skimpy clothes and actually look nice (hey, for all the fat girls out there who feel comfortable wearing skimpy clothes: more power to you; I just don't feel comfortable exposing my midriff with folds of skin hanging over my jeans).

Or whenever a guy looks at me twice (or a girl). In my head, they're either thinking "God that chick is fat," or "Hey, she looks okay in spite of being so fat. Imagine if she lost sixty or seventy pounds..."

And now when the opportunity to do something I might enjoy comes up I wuss out, because I don't want to go through it all again. The embarassment of discovering they don't have uniforms for someone my size. The looks from other students obviously wondering what the fuck I'm doing with the beautiful people. The condescending and impatient look from the instructor as he/she has to take time out of the class to make sure I don't kill myself by doing something wrong.

And much as I love her, having firewillow there won't be much of a help. She's so small and lithe and graceful that she'll blend right in. She knows about Oriental culture and has fourteen years of dancing to back her up as well as being pretty damned fit in spite of spending the last few years doing less physical activity.

She'll be bouncing in and out of the routines (figuratively) in no time, and I just know I'll fall flat on my face and hold up the class and earn people's resentment. Stupid fat white chick holding up the process and taking up the air of people far more deserving than she.

If I have any sense at all I'll stay home and hide behind my computer screen forever.

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