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I Did Not Know Her and I Do Not Know Them
Sep. 6th, 2005 12:45 pmLaura died on Saturday, Sept. 3, 2005. I checked her blog last night and read the post from her husband. Tears in silence made a small puddle on my desk. There is a web of sadness covering my eyes this last week. I peek through the strands for moments of laughter, then quickly more strands appear and I cry.
I will go through my closet to find some large size clothing to send to the fat women in the Gulf area. They say some are wearing garbage bags because they have no donated clothes to fit them. Ironic when I think of the weight-loss fads of the past telling you to wrap yourself in plastic to "sweat off the fat".
In 80 and 90 degree weather, I can only imagine the physical hell of wearing a garbage bag let alone the social sigma. How exactly does one keep any dignity in this situation? Crisis = Save the Body but what about the soul/self/psyche?
I will go through my closet to find some large size clothing to send to the fat women in the Gulf area. They say some are wearing garbage bags because they have no donated clothes to fit them. Ironic when I think of the weight-loss fads of the past telling you to wrap yourself in plastic to "sweat off the fat".
In 80 and 90 degree weather, I can only imagine the physical hell of wearing a garbage bag let alone the social sigma. How exactly does one keep any dignity in this situation? Crisis = Save the Body but what about the soul/self/psyche?
