I told my husband a few days ago that fall was beginning and I was missing it. I was stuck inside, moping, feeling down on myself. Which, of course, was the main cause of me telling myself that I was fat. Telling myself that I wasn’t good enough.
Then, today, I asked myself why. Why?
And I got up, and I went for a walk. And I took in the beginnings of fall.
And it was beautiful.