of telling my mother about the surgery was telling my mother about my fancy new
gig. I hesitated, of course–I mean, I wanted to say, "Look at how fancy I
am!" But it’s also really hard to let someone you know read the kinds of
essays, posts, columns, whatever these are, that I’ve been writing. I’ve been
trying to stay honest and truthful, to be as blunt and up front as possible,
not sugarcoat, definitely not hold back, and usually, make a fool out of
myself. I’ve been doing pretty well with that, and it’s left me feeling as vulnerable
as ever. And I’ve spent the majority of my life feeling vulnerable. It
turns out it’s even harder when you are the one who goes and exposes yourself
deliberately. Sometimes, I feel like a flasher who ought to be arrested.
I told my mother, because I figured this was a way to share with her what I was
going through, since I had pretty much shut her out before. Is it the guilt
talking? Possibly it’s the guilt talking. The guilt, it likes to talk a lot. So
I hesitated, thought better of it, and then confessed. And I am so glad I
did, because I got this e-mail, below.
read a few (not all yet) of your journal entries and those who have posted
comments. Yeah for you! Now, it is my turn to say a few things and it is
not bad or yelling or being angry. Just some little comments, which I hope
you will share.
first and foremost: Your dad never ever berated me about my weight.
He always and ever said, "There was more to love." Your dad was
so understanding about it. And, when I met your dad I was actually size
12 (imagine). But, he loved me for who I was always and ever. He
encouraged me with NutriSystem, Weight Watchers and anything I tried or (oops) failed. He said don’t worry. I like you the way you are.
for not telling me about the surgery. I was a little hurt you did not
trust or know me enough to know how thrilled I am that you took such a
courageous step in doing it. I have struggled with my weight (as did and
do [your aunts]) all my life. You took a step to get it off and God willing,
you will be able to keep it off even with chocolate and cookie and donut
attacks. Be careful, SUGAR spells diabetes. I would have been there
to support, congratulate and be so happy for you. As I am now.
am so proud of who you are. I am so looking forward to seeing the
"skinny" Anne who will be the most beautiful bridesmaid at the
wedding. I am not, nor will I ever be, jealous of you for losing
am losing weight the slow way but it is happening for me too. I have lost
about 50 pounds (over a year) and my blood pressure is down enough that maybe
soon it will be one of the medications I will be off. I am hoping if the
weight keeps coming down the diabetes medication will be the next to go.
Losing weight is a bitch especially when there are people who seem to be able
to eat what they like and want and never gain an ounce (that was your
dad). I am jealous of those people, but never ever you, because you know the
struggle, the pain, the hurt that comes from being overweight most of your
always and ever,
My mom is pretty awesome. And I am glad I told her.